Beautiful Mess

Christmas isn’t even until this weekend, but it feels like it already happened. My mom, brother, sister and I celebrated last Sunday and even though my sister and mom still have to give me my gifts still, I’m just over the holiday already. My siblings and I haven’t even gotten together with our dad and step-mom yet and are not sure when we’re going to do it. I didn’t even decorate my apartment this year. The only thing hanging up is a snowman decoration on the inside of the front door.

I’m currently at my mom’s house while her and her boyfriend are out of town for the day. Why am I here when they’re not? I’m cat sitting. bwahahahaha. Seriously, that’s why I’m here. Simon, the cat, cries when my mom leaves the house and since they’ve never left him home alone this long they wanted someone with him. It’s so funny. They only got him in October and he’s a kitten still so I guess it kinda makes sense. At least I get to use the internet while I’m here.

This week started off really shitty. My grandmother (on my father’s side) passed away Monday evening around 8pm EST. She had dementia for the past few years and was moved into an assisted living place in October, then more recently was moved into their Hospice section. She became unable to walk and the night before she passed she wasn’t breathing well. My dad told me early Monday afternoon that she’d only been taking about 4 breaths a minute.

She lives in Michigan so my dad and step-mom flew out there Tuesday morning and the funeral is tomorrow. I wish I could have gone, but I don’t have the money. Neither did my brother or sister (though they also both have school this week) so we’re all still in California.

I feel really bad for my grandpa since he is now all alone in their house. I’m not surprised that he does not want to move. From what I can remember he (and my grandma) have been in that house at least since I was born, so that’s about 30 years. Both my dad and uncle have offered for him to move closer to one of them. I mean he’s about 87 (my grandma had turned 90 at the end of August) and I worry about him being alone.

My dad had called and told me on Sunday evening that my grandma was not doing well and they didn’t think she’d make it through the night. About 4 hours or so after that I was checking Facebook and saw that a girl I’d known since eighth grade passed away. I have not seen or talked to her since we graduated high school, but it was still a shock. She was on the freeway less than a mile from my apartment when her car hit a tractor trailer and then another car hit her car which is what caused her death.