This has been a weird few weeks for my family.
First of all, congrats to my younger brother David for his BRAND new car and the exciting news that he’ll be moving into a cool pad in Black Rock. These are two great cool things and I’m really excited for him!
I guess, in a nutshell, that’s all of it. David’s moving out and I’m turning 28 in a few short days, and we’re all getting older. That’s fine. It is what it is, and there are a lot of good things that go along with that (my brothers car is pretty sweet, for example).
But I spoke with my mother yesterday, and my grandfather, my aunt, and my uncle were all in the hospital last week. My grandfather is still in the hospital. What was once a small brain bleed is now a mini stroke. He’s also in the hospital where my grandmother was held when she had a stroke. I was in Chicago when that happened, and I’m in Chicago now.
The silver lining here is that everyone seems to be doing OK. My uncle was discharged and my aunt was diagnosed and sent home within a few hours. I don’t think what happened to my grandfather is as severe as what happened to my grandmother, and according to my parents he should be better soon.
Still, the word ‘stroke’ is very frightening. I don’t like it. It’s the kind of word that you don’t forget. It doesn’t matter if the adorable word ‘mini’ is in front of it.
This all hit me at once, and it all happened right around my birthday. That’s pretty impressive timing for a homesick guy who’s going through a bumpy, big city time all on my own.
I think this weekend will be devoted to calling my family and listening to bluegrass on my brand new laptop (another perk of getting older, I suppose!)
Thanks for letting me ramble, tumblr. Sorry for rambling.