What a tough day
Sep. 12th, 2006 01:20 amI cannot express the family divide at the moment.
My parents are, through the hardship of the shifts lately... growing closer together. It is just the rest of the family I worry about.
My grandparents are going insane.
I am thankful for being there for my parents in their time of need.
I haven't really updated on that aspect of my life - and all I can say is I am deeply saddened by how things are going right now.
My mom is so disenheartened (is that a word? fuck it.)... by the way today went.
My poor mother. My Grandpa, the man who has never been phased, emotional, or taxed to snap quite like he has several times in the past 2 weeks - continues on this spiral of out-of-character mood swings. So that is what it is like to grow old? Losing touch of reality. Losing touch of family and love and kindness and caring?
I have no words.
They are old. I cannot cover everything here. I can just express the indescribable sadness. I am glad I could offer my mom a shoulder to cry on.
And my parents someone outside of the situation for aid. My other two siblings?
Who even knows.
As for moving that damned pantry... wow. That thing is heavy. I am sure you'll all notice that I am an inch shorter thanks to the virtabrae (no brain left) compressor: aka, the pantry.
About the time my mother was sitting outside at 9PM and my Grandpa gets his flashlight out to examine the front steps and threshold to see what possible "damage" could have been caused, was the moment I realized that things are nothing like I've ever seen them in my family.
What is this????
And no thanks to Bill and Sarah.
They can go pound sand.
And as anyone I have talked to that has been to Iraq can tell you... sand is not your friend.
*sighs* I shall go to bed. I have a 7:00AM meeting with an officer to do some voice recognition training in the cars.
Good night.
I hope my mother gets some good rest and lets go of some of her stomach knots.
-Angela
My parents are, through the hardship of the shifts lately... growing closer together. It is just the rest of the family I worry about.
My grandparents are going insane.
I am thankful for being there for my parents in their time of need.
I haven't really updated on that aspect of my life - and all I can say is I am deeply saddened by how things are going right now.
My mom is so disenheartened (is that a word? fuck it.)... by the way today went.
My poor mother. My Grandpa, the man who has never been phased, emotional, or taxed to snap quite like he has several times in the past 2 weeks - continues on this spiral of out-of-character mood swings. So that is what it is like to grow old? Losing touch of reality. Losing touch of family and love and kindness and caring?
I have no words.
They are old. I cannot cover everything here. I can just express the indescribable sadness. I am glad I could offer my mom a shoulder to cry on.
And my parents someone outside of the situation for aid. My other two siblings?
Who even knows.
As for moving that damned pantry... wow. That thing is heavy. I am sure you'll all notice that I am an inch shorter thanks to the virtabrae (no brain left) compressor: aka, the pantry.
About the time my mother was sitting outside at 9PM and my Grandpa gets his flashlight out to examine the front steps and threshold to see what possible "damage" could have been caused, was the moment I realized that things are nothing like I've ever seen them in my family.
What is this????
And no thanks to Bill and Sarah.
They can go pound sand.
And as anyone I have talked to that has been to Iraq can tell you... sand is not your friend.
*sighs* I shall go to bed. I have a 7:00AM meeting with an officer to do some voice recognition training in the cars.
Good night.
I hope my mother gets some good rest and lets go of some of her stomach knots.
-Angela
I can relate
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Date: 2006-09-12 08:55 pm (UTC)Hope things get better. :)