“There's more to life than just books, you know. But not much more...” - The Smiths
Monday, July 22, 2013
I don't even know what to say.
2009: My grandmother tells me over the phone, "Grandpa can't talk right now. You know how he is on the phone, can't hear a thing."
2010: My grandmother says, "Grandpa can't talk. He's tired, and you know how he is on the phone. He can't hear!"
2011: Grandma says, "I'd put Grandpa on the phone, but he wouldn't be able to hear you."
2012: My grandmother goes into a nursing home after Alzheimer's renders her unable to live at home any longer. Soon, she remembers no one in the family, including her husband. He continues to visit her everyday, but she doesn't recognize him. My Grandpa occasionally complains to my mother that I don't call (I write, and send cards instead). He does not call me. Once. In fact, my grandparents stopped calling me years ago due to their pathological aversion to answering machines (I called them one-two times a month until Grandma went into the nursing home).
2013: I learn that my Grandpa has a girlfriend. They talk on the phone several hours a day.
I live in the land of Estoty with my sweetie, Richard, and our cat. I'm one of those mature (thirtysomething) students you see in the halls, the ones who make you think, "Well good for her, she hasn't given up on life yet, although she probably should."
My goal: to become a lawyer
"All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom." - Albert Einstein