My grandfather is in the hospital---at 91 years old, he's still fairly sharp, but his body is slowly giving out on him. Being honest, we haven't really had a good relationship; when I was younger, he seemed to think of me only in terms of what I wasn't--I wasn't tall, or thin, or blonde, or as pretty or smart as my older cousins. And there's been some ugliness much more recently that's made it hard for me to talk to him, even now.
But I called him in the hospital. And I'm glad I did. For all his faults, he's still the only grandfather I have left. And he loves my daughter---loves her and asks after her and is interested in her in a way he never was with me. So...yeah, I'll call him tomorrow.
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- Krista
- Wife, mom of a preemie, follower of the old ways, lover of anything Irish or Celtic, history buff, trivia nut, Star Trek and Ren Faire geek and costuming fiend. Offer me coffee or chocolate and world peace is assured. Or at least I'll try really hard. :) I also believe in deleting spam. So, to the person or persons who keep leaving me comments in Chinese (along with links to what I can clearly tell are Chinese porn sites) stop it. It's bad karma, to say nothing of being really, really rude.
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