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Last night I got a call from TBD that he hadn't heard from his grandma in a couple days and neither had his sisters. They sent the police over as the nearest relative was hours away. The police found her passed out and got her to the hospital.
TBD flew to Pittsburgh this morning and he visited her and then went to her home. It was obvious to him that she had fallen down the stairs and broken her shoulder. She's not expected to live much longer.
I feel so bad for him. The only thing I could do to help was agree to dog sit. So far so good. I was stressing out about taking care of two large dogs - one an obnoxious puppy - but since they got to play all day alone they were just fine. And now they are passed out on the floor in front of me.
- Scratch that, they are now playing tug of war -
And I'm on the couch with a pizza and beer watching Sex & the City reruns. How cliche, huh? After work I drove over the hill to check in on the kitties to give them an hour of attention before abandoning them for the night. Yes, I feel guilty leaving my kitties to take care of dogs. TBD wanted me to spend the nights here till Sunday when one of his other friends will take over.
Now that the kitties and the dogs are feed, I'm waiting for TBD to call me with an update.
I lost my own last grandparent - and favorite one a decade ago and remember vividly just how hard it was. One of the worst days in my life was the 36 hour day traveling to get to her funeral. And there TBD is at the hospital and he cannot even really say good-bye, as his grandmother is on a respirator and delirious. From the quick conversation I got the impression that they were waiting for his sisters to get there before taking her off the respirator.
How terrible. I wish I could be there to comfort him and hold his hand. He wouldn't let me come over last night as I think he was more upset than he was willing to show me.
That, I completely understand.
