This next weekend I am flying up to Portland to visit and help out at my grandparents house. I posted an earlier entry about Family Drama, about how my grandparents are in poor health and the family is in the process of moving them down to San Diego. I am excited to see them and to spend the whole weekend with my sister and to see my new cousin Sydney Ann (born on St. Patty's Day). But I am dreading parts of the trip too.
It has been almost 2 years since I have seen my grandparents, since they came down to San Diego for my sister's wedding. At that point they were showing wear and tear, but still looked relatively ok. The whole reason we are moving them down here is that they are no longer ok. This scares me. I am afraid of what they are going to look like now, I know it will be heartbreaking. I also know that each time I see them try to do something that they can no longer do, my heart will break a little more. No one wants to face the mortality of loved ones, neither do I. When they do pass, as everyone does eventually, I hope I can remember them as the healthy and vital grandparents I knew as a kid, not the images I am faced with in the coming months. I am very grateful that my sister will be with me, she will be a great source of support. I hope this coming weekend with bring all of us closer and that my sister and I can do a lot for my grandparents while we are there.
I also know I will want to smack the crap out of my FT uncle! But that's not heartbreaking, that's heartstopping.
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