I have been burying my head in the proverbial sand for weeks.
My gran on my moms side is sick. She has been sick for quite some time. She has a degenerative liver condition. It cannot be cured. At her last doctors appointment the doc told my mom she is getting worse and that she probably will not make out the year.
I am very very lucky to have had all my grandparents up until last year when my grandfather on my dads side passed away at almost 94 years old.
My gran is the youngest of my grandparents and I am not ready to say goodbye to her. I think out of all my grandparents I am closest to her. She was my confidant as a child and as a teenager I could talk to her about anything.
Somehow, even though I know logically death is a natural end and if you are lucky you get to live a long and productive life, it never really occurred to me that I would someday not have my grandparents around. It is hard to wrap my brain around the concept that one day, probably soon, my gran will no longer be with us.
That being said, I have done a rather great impression of that ostrich and have tried very hard to ignore the facts.
I need to put my big girl panties on and spend more quality time with my gran and take Aaron for more visits and just spend as much time as I can with her.
Life is to short (no matter how long your life is) to be afraid.
Live every minute as if it may be, not only your last one, but the last minute of your loved ones too!
I know exactly what you mean, my granddad died last year. You have to visit more often.
Sjoe… this brings back memories. My Ouma Chrissie died in March and so much of what you say is how I felt.