Goodness, where to start with this.
So as a child, a much younger child (because I can still be considered a child in many aspect) my grandparents had a house. Its was probably one of the best homes that one could ask for. It wasn’t extravagant or fancy in many regards, but it was where a ton of family events were held, namely Christmas and things of that nature. But, as time passed, and my grandparents who lived in that house got older, they couldn’t take care of themselves effectively much longer, so we had to move them to a home. I was completely against this. It was heartbreaking to think that all of the memories and traditions that I had experienced here would all be sold off to some old folks home that smelt like processed food and medicine (I still don’t like the smell of it, even after visiting quite often). The last night I stayed there, I’m not gonna lie, I cried my eyes out. I laid on the floor of the room where I always slept (except the bed was no longer there) and listened to music, I believe some songs were by Passion Pit, and just cried because I would never be here again like I was now, but I can sure say I lived in that moment like you wont believe.
Flash ahead to now. My grandparents on my mom’s side (the ones with the home) pretty much hate living there, which is the worst part of it because they kind of have to stay because they aren’t independent enough, my grandpa has an unknown illness that causes him to go into temporary “seizures” if an event occurs or if someone touches him on the back (so I can’t even hug him) and my grandma, although sort of happy, is starting to develop loss of memory. All of these plagues of life and old age have done so much to change the way things were back when everyone sat around the dinner table and shared stories and laughed and had a much better time in that dining room in the house with the big window looking over the city, and I miss it so much and wished I would have appreciated it more when I was younger.
On my dad’s side, my pap who I never really knew that well because of his Alzheimer’s, passed away quite awhile ago, but my grandma on my dad’s side is a miracle of nature. She is about as peppy and fun to be around as a girl with about no care in the world, and probably more easy going and cool than myself, and she is 87. Bless her heart, she is just dandy (and an excellent baker).
So, as you can quite tell that our family may not be as strong as it once was, but we still have a good time when everyone is together and I am grateful for that.
If you have a family that is healthy and lively, be very thankful because it doesn’t last forever, and my sympathies to those who have almost no family left, I’m am terribly sorry that such a fate has fallen upon you.
Also, sorry for the lateness of the post, I was at a swim meet all day. Not exaggerating when I say all day.