UGH. The dreaded words. I swear, those are the worst words on the planet. I hate them. The last time I heard them was when my Uncle unexpectedly passed away a few months ago, and here were those words again. In my heart of hearts I knew what she was going to say, but the words just keep repeating over and over again in my head.
"Grandma's Gone"
I just want to scream, I want to go back to sleep and wake up on a different morning. I want to be back in Nebraska so that I can hug my mom, and I just can't be. I can't leave, I can't be with her... So, here I sit. Staring at my walls, feeling horribly guilty because I haven't seen her for so long. Even when I was in Nebraska last time, I was "just too busy" to stop in and let her see me and the kids. I feel like a terrible person... I know how much she wanted to see us. She sounded so disappointed on the phone when I told her I wouldn't have time. I am the oldest grandkid, and she was always there for me, but I just wasn't there for her.
We fought off and on (because she had a stroke 10 years ago, and wasn't quite the same, she was very irrational) and she lived with me for a short time, so that definitely strained our relationship... but it had gotten so much better.
My mom and I lived with her when I was really little when my mom divorced my bio-dad. I remember it like it was yesterday, honestly... her horrible dog (lol) who was papertrained in the kitchen of all places... I spent so much time with her when I was younger... she was the only real grandma that I had, and now... she's gone.
My mom is a total wreck, and there's nothing I can say to her. I've talked to her a couple of times this morning, but all we can do is cry. Today is my little brother's 20th birthday. I can't be with him or my little sister
Then, to make everything worse... we have company coming over today to watch a football game, and then, to top that off, Mike got called in to work, so he isn't here either. He was here this morning, but he's gone for the next few hours. Like I REALLY want to clean and get ready for company right now??? It's not his fault, we could use the overtime money, so I know why he went in, and he did ask me first.
I have no idea what I want. Besides just to crawl into a hole and not come out for a while. I just feel... empty. My poor husband tries so hard, but there's just nothing he can do, and I really don't have the energy to pretend to be ok. I'm not ok. It's not ok.
Sorry this was so long, but I needed to put it somewhere.