So I haven't finished my thing on me and Travis, I know. I'll probably finish it when I go back to work. I never have anything to do so I can get caught up on my blogging.
I went to visit my grandma yesterday. She's doing ok, not eating. That's part of the dying process though. I was able to spend some time alone with her and took that opportunity to tell her how amazing she is. I told her how much she means to me. She came out of her "fog" and said "Oh, I want to hug you" we hugged. I reminded her of all the things we did when I was little. She asked why we couldn't go back to that... it broke my heart. She talked about missing Grandpa and how she hopes to go to heaven soon. It was my dad's night to stay with her and he sang with to her and played his guitar. I feel for him.
Now for the way fucked up part. You guys aren't going to believe this shit. I have an uncle that requested to be paid for staying with his mother.. while she is dying. How fucking heartless, and money grubbing. I am beyond pissed about this. My dad pays him because he said it's not worth the fight. He told me that I shouldn't be angry because we're not the one's that have to live with that on our shoulders. It breaks my heart. My dad showed me the check he wrote to this uncle. I couldn't believe it. Then I noticed a check written to another uncle above that one.. yes another uncle charged his mother $30.00 to mow her lawn. GIVE ME A BREAK. Oh and Grandma's lawn... yeah maybe takes 30 minutes to mow the whole thing. Grandma doesn't know though. My dad keeps it all to himself and sits back in shock about how fucked up his brothers are. I don't know how he does it. I really don't.
