My grandmother is not well. She fell, sprained her shoulder and is unable to feed herself. This news came three days before Christmas and caused my father especially a great deal of angst. She has been moved from the care facility, which was considered to be a miracle find, to a nursing home. My grandmother never wanted to be in a nursing home.
Before this happened, I had a premonition that my grandmother was going to pass away soon. It was like nothing I have ever experienced and was so strong I was moved to tears. During a commercial break of Desperate Housewives, no less.
I long for the blissful ignorance of my youth. I am an adult. The days of my parent’s whispered voices are gone; now I am asked for advice. The deterioration of my grandmother’s health is real. The desperation of my father and uncle to make the right choice is real.
When my grandfather passed away, my brother told me “it was the circle of life.” At the time, his wife was pregnant with his first child. I thought that perspective to be callous as I clung to the past. Now my sister-in-law is pregnant with her fourth child and I understand. This is the circle of life.