I love my Dad…

but maybe the fact that Chris takes after him is why we have such communication problems.

I knew Grandma wasn’t doing great, and that Grandpa had had a rough stretch but was improving… but we’re not real communicative. And the fact that for years I haven’t been able to bring myself to call DC (had a couple real bad experiences that way, they’re not phone people any more than I am) only makes it worse — and my fault.

So Grandma’s gone from being in bad shape, to (Sunday) being bedridden but improving, to (today) being on a respirator in the hospital and not expected to make it. A lot of this is the blood pressure: that side of the family is prone to it. Grandma Beall is too, but she smoked for years.

In some ways, this has very much been my week. But I wish I were better at reading between the lines, so I’d have been ready, rather than surprised.

I need more wine.

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