waiting

When I talked to my mom last week, I suggested I visit soon because Mom was sounding kind of down. Yesterday I bought a bus ticket to visit my parents next weekend and was looking forward to a couple of days with them on my own.

Tonight I called my mom to let her know, so they can pick me up from the bus. She said she wasn't sure that would work out.

I talked to her on Sunday, the same day she had spoken to my grandfather, who was kind of disoriented and garbled into the phone. This is why she sounded down, the worry about her father. She got a call from my aunt today that he's still really disoriented and that we should probably brace ourselves for the end.

Really, I've been bracing for this since Omi passed away. I've come to terms with this. None of us thought he'd make it through the summer. Still, I hate waiting for the inevitable.