I was with my grandma today. She’s old, over 70 years old. I love her to bits, but her age is really showing.
She’s slow, completely behind the times, everything hurts all the time… She’s still a sweetheart that cares for her family, but this is kind of freaking me out. I want her to live forever, but I can see that she really won’t.
I suppose all I can do is appreciate the time we still have together, and that’s what I intend to do.
Remember to talk to your loved ones!
I don’t know about that… We have terrible relationships with basically everyone outside of my grandma and my grandpa, who’s already passed. I’ve never met basically anyone, and the ones I have all I’ve heard about them are things about how they stole or lied to us, or tried to kill my grandpa over property disputes, and how my grandma was stuck in court for decades over that, while my grandpa rot away in a hospital bed.
Whenever my grandma talks about her childhood it’s always some of the most horrible things I’ve ever heard, all born of abject poverty, and how she cut ties with her family.
So, on that side, we don’t really have a family history to speak of, other than brothers shooting each other and sisters stealing from each other.
I’ll think about it though, I guess there’s always the chance I just never asked the right questions to hear something even remotely pleasant…
Even if it isn’t pleasant it’s her history and your family history.
You won’t be able to ask these questions when she’s gone.