Excuses, excuses

Excuses, excuses

I will not be posting those photos tonight.

1) I can’t find the camera. I suppose if I looked harder, I’d probably find it, but so far I haven’t seen it around.

2) I just got off the phone with my father. My grandmother has been in hospital for a week and a half. She hasn’t been eating, she’s in pain. She’s 83 years old and her body has been through alot; it’s tired. She brought seven living children into the world; she’s worked hard, raising her family. Even during the years when they had hardly enough money to take care of themselves (my grandfather was a coal miner– not the best salary) she always managed to feed anyone who stopped by, and to bring clothing, food, and toys to families who had less. She never learned to drive, but she would make sure my grandfather or any of my uncles and aunts were able to drive neighbours who had no transportation to their doctors’ appointments, to visit family, to the grocery store. Her heart, which is the biggest part of her– she has so much love for everyone– is tired and gradually failing.
She has osteoporosis and her spine has slowly been crumbling for years. Her mind, though, is as sharp as ever. I spoke to her a few days before she went into hospital; she was laughing and joking around. She asked me when Rob and I were going to give her more great grandchildren. She told me that our wedding photos were beautiful; she wasn’t able to come, because it’s a long trip, but she did dress up on the day and go to her church and say a prayer for us.

My father, brother, and brother’s two little boys are going there this weekend to visit. Hopefully my father, mother, Rob and I can go in a couple of weeks. I love this woman so much and I hate the fact that we don’t see her more often.

Okay anyway. Sorry for getting all sappy and things. I know there are people reading this thinking “oh stop being a dramaqueen”– whatever. These are the reasons I won’t be posting the photos. Doop dee doop.

5 Responses »

  1. As someone who has seen her closest family members spend lots of time in the hospital, you’re doing great, checking up on your grandmother, calling her and stuff. If you can get out to see her, go. It’s hard with day to day life interrupting but I always worry about living with regrets.

    Great blog, btw.

  2. Hi Louise, I’m so sorry to hear your grandma isn’t doing well. My grandma is also “declining”, as they say – unfortunately for us (although maybe fortunately for her) she no longer knows any of us, or herself I would guess, which is in some ways a sad thing, in some ways a blessing. It’s hard for my dad. She will be 82 in February. It’s really difficult to see her as she is now, just a little shell of a thing and almost impossible to get through to – not at all how I prefer to remember her, as my feisty, full-of-crazy-stories (and pockets of magic fairy dust – really!) grandma who would tell us we were beautiful, that I looked so much like her sister Stella, and that she loved us dearly. Anyhow, my point is, I know how difficult it is to see someone you love that much in pain, and I can empathize. :-)

    [ok this comment turned out far longer than intended. Next time I'll just send you an email!]

  3. dang. I forgot that this here thing can read html, and I put all my comments in brackets. reposting:

    ~sits next to louise~
    ~hugs louise really hard~
    ~makes louise some hot chocolate~

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