My grandfather was admitted into the ER last week after falling and losing consciousness for a brief moment. After getting bits of the full story together, I’ve been reminded once again of why I can never fully relax my nerves. Long story short, my grandfather may have a drinking problem which my uncle is contributing to – by (what I recently learned) secretly buying him liters of cheap vodka and telling him it is good for his health. In addition, he has had him sign life insurance papers so that when my grandfather passes away, the money will go to my uncle; the uncle who has disowned all of us - another all too long story.
Between coordinating my grandfather’s care in Amboy, finding a translator for him in the ambulance and at the hospital, keeping the rest of family up to date, and making my way down there to be by his side…I was exhausted. I’ve been caught in a whirlwind of family matters lately - after what felt like the dust was just settling. I'm distraught that none of my siblings put in any effort to help with the matter. My parents are half way across the globe and have not checked in with me. I'm sure they assumed if I couldn’t handle it myself, there was nothing they could do themselves. I guess they were right. But it's not alright.
I need a good paint session.
