Friday, April 12, 2013
So, my uncle passed away...only good thing regarding that is he's out of pain. I'm rather sick of hearing the family going into uber-religious mode but am trying to maintain my patience as everyone has their rights to believe in whatever they believe..even if I don't agree with them.
The situation with my Pawpaw is still eroding..badly. Our housemate, someone like an aunt to me, stayed the week there to help my step-grandmother. She has worked in the nursing home in the past and knows how to handle things like this to a point. Today, however, he's gotten nasty and mean. He grabbed her shirt, later shoved her, and then commented that he would backhand her but it'd get his hands bloody. Add to that, he told both her and my stepgrandmother that he didn't believe that my granny wasn't dead. Granny died over ten years ago after celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. His mind is so far gone, he believed she was still alive and didn't believe he has a grandson.
My brother and his family took the train from a town near their home (they live in Big Bend area) and will be in Houston tomorrow. I'm worried for the kids...I'm worried for my brother. This whole situation is becoming a nightmare, and I can't wake up from it.
Dad's stressing out; Mom's doing her "me me me" routine and making things worse. My brother had a serious anxiety attack yesterday...which leaves me now holding things together as best as I can.
My stepgrandmother wants to take Pawpaw to my uncle's funeral..he hasn't snapped to the fact that it's his YOUNGER brother who died. He thinks it's his oldest brother who passed away twenty years ago. I suggested to Dad that if she does this, we do the main funeral only and not the graveside as Pawpaw might not deal with it well.
With all this going on...I find out that my maternal grandmother was placed in a nursing home. Diagnosis - Alzheimers. My uncle didn't inform us. I had to find out through his ex-wife. *sighs* Go figure. I think most of my maternal relatives are bat poop insane anyway.
I'm going to force my brother and dad to talk to my step-grandmother about a nursing home for Pawpaw. It's either that or we're burying her before her time due to exhaustion.
I'm tired...stressed...my stomach is doing the whole "i'm in nervous mode so don't bother putting food in here" thing. Add to that, I just want to be held so badly right now and have no one to do so.
Thank you to those who responded to the last blog entry. You guys have no idea how much you helped when I saw the alerts.