It will be small gathering. My parents, me, my brothers, my brother’s girlfriend, and Mom’s parents. Nothing terribly exciting will happen, either. Dad will probably cook burgers and hot dogs. We will make small talk. Mom will present Grandma with the pillow she just finished stitching and sewing together for Grandma’s birthday, which was this past week. And we all will likely have to answer the same questions my grandmother asks every gathering, because she cannot remember what we told her last month, or the month before that.
Can one tell that I am frustrated by that last part? And it is getting worse. Every visit, there is something that distresses the rest of the family. Some small detail. My grandmother forgetting that I have been involved in Tae Kwon Do for over a decade. Or forgetting the name of my uncle, who has been married to my aunt for well over twenty years.
I am hoping for a more lucid visit with my grandparents, but I am prepared for what happens every time. If we knew what her condition was, it might ease our minds a bit. We might understand what is happening. But, as far as we know, there has been no diagnosis. Then again, my grandparents have not been very forthcoming with Grandma’s condition.
More to come.