In some not-so-funny news, my grandma is not doing too well. She seems to be showing signs of dementia. The other day she wouldn’t eat and protested so much that the entire family intervened taking turns calling her. My sister and I had to stay on video call, pleading her to eat. She finally did, reluctantly. Next day, the same thing ensued. We sang songs she likes and tried every trick one possibly could on a video call, but she wouldn’t eat.
She repeats herself, doesn’t fully recognise family members, is perpetually horizontal, often in pain and shriveled up. My biggest wish for this year is that her suffering ends. It has gone on for two years and she has been on a steady decline. I hope life doesn’t get to play out its cruel realities to the fullest. I hope she gets to exit stage gracefully. Athough, a funny thing did happen—she pointed to a picture of herself from 7-8 years ago and said, “that’s my younger sister, she’s very beautiful.” Her vanity is intact.
My resolution is falling apart. Er… I’m going to use Covid as an excuse. Also, this is a transitional period. I feel unsettled. So, that’s another excuse right there.
Hey, did you see the banner image and all? Yeah that’s the gift I’m giving myself for writing this email for 50 consecutive weeks (and inflicting my design choice on you). Yellow drop shadow—you’re welcome.
50 issues done. Sheesh this is seeming endless…
I’ll see you next week,