This journal will be very short. I just feel like I need to vent.
I went up north to see my family for the first time with Wyatt. I also needed very badly to visit my grandfather. Last year he had a stroke and he'd been living with my aunt ever since. Taking care of him had become too hard on her. Not for a lack of trying on her part but he had given up months ago. He'd stopped eating enough to sustain his strength. She had to often physically move him herself and argue with him about taking meds and eating and she's had three back surgeries. I don't blame her decision to move him to a home. She couldn't keep going on like that and keep her full time job. She kept apologizing to my mother and I about her decision, but we kept saying that it was alright. She did so well holding things together as long as she did for him and with what my aunt has gone through in her life and with her children, I've always believed her to be wonder woman.
Mean while my grandfather has given up. He's just skin and bone and 89 years old. I didn't recognize him. I've known this was coming for a long time, but it's still so hard.
I'll post about the rest of my trip later.