Illness, patriarchs
Things are not looking good for my grandfather’s heart. He’s 89 and needs a valve replaced, but is probably not in good enough shape, right now, for the surgery. There might be more of note, but my dad’s the one sending updates, and his communication skills are atrocious - long dumps of vitals with no context. My mom asks me, “So what does this mean for the wedding (in D.C. this weekend)?” I’m kind of mad she even asked that, because it forces me into a corner where I have to say things it’s not time to say yet. “Well if there’s a funeral, I’ll have to go.”
