It’s Inevitable And All That
The other day, while we were eating assorted dried fish fried in olive oil, Leo asked me what a plane ride feels like. I told him it’s overrated. Rollercoasters on the other hand are fun. I’ve never been on a plane until three days ago when I had to go visit regionally inconvenient relatives. I say inconvenient because one needs to travel by air, land, water, and then land to reach them. It’s a grand adventure according to Leo. It is, if you’re the outdoorsy type. I’m not, so yay.
No one could tell me specifically what was wrong with my grandfather, just that he’s weak. Not even my uncle, who has made a home in the area could tell me anything substantial. Something about his stomach, or organs in that area of the human body. There, that was all I got between him rubbing his tummy and telling me that there’s something wrong there.
My sister got there two days before me, and according to her, my grandfather has been spending most of his time in bed, and was in fact lying down when she arrived. When I got there he was in the kitchen, sitting up, probably bored to death listening to my aunts yap about angels and demons, pagans and the occult — a great conversation starter in the area, I soon learned.
My grandfather regards me as this true progeny worthy of the family name. He looked real pleased to see me, which made me wonder… would I still be unrivaled in his eyes if he knew about my sexual preference? What did I do as a child to win him over so completely? Would my aunts be as painfully warm to me if they knew that fornicating with a girl/woman/lady isn’t in my immediate to-do list? Can’t say unless I tell them, really.
I know it’s inevitable and all that, life, and as humans we deplete as our years collect. I had to come eventhough I didn’t like the idea of watching my grandfather’s life ebb away, even for just a few hours.
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Reading: Odd Thomas / Dean Koontz + The Lightning Thief / Rick Riordan
Playing: Baldur’s Gate (PC)
Music: Ain’t No Sunshine / Emily King / East Side Story
