It's been a long weekend. A very long weekend, actually, and I needed it much. Thank you, long weekend.
They moved my Gramma out of the nursing home she moved into almost a week ago. She's not strong enough for physical therapy, therefore she can't stay. She's in the hospital again right now, and they say she's going to go any day now. She just stares off into space, saying her name repeatedly.
I can't explain how horrible I feel.
Despite everything I figured would happen, I had hope. I believed she would get better and everything would be normal. I thought maybe we could go up north again, and she'd make me lunch and we'd play board games before I went to bed. We'd sit out on the back porch at night and watch little kids swim in the freezing black water. We'd go on insanely long boat rides in cold weather, and shop at over-priced outdoors department stores.
I've completely lost all hope. She's about to leave and I don't want to say goodbye just yet.
Steve called last night. I was happy until I realized he was calling to tell me he wouldn't be home the rest of the night.
Okay.
I watched cartoons and worked on crossword puzzles until I could barely keep my eyes open.
Heh.
Maybe now would be a good time to leave.