
So I don't know how we managed to have three Birthdays in my family on the Labour Day weekend, but we do. My "little" brother Matt turned 19 today and my Grandpa (the oldest dude I know!) is 87.
I gave Matt some games, a pelican pen, and some chocolate this morning, but then he had to go to work.
Mum, Dad and I went to Grandad's to have lunch with him and Aunty Jen. None of his other kids or Grandkids were able to come, unfortunately (or not??? if you know the full story there.) Anyway, it was unusually fun. The older I get, and the less Grandparents I have, the more I take the time to actually listen to their stories. It's a good thing to do. And unfortunately they won't be around forever. I don't know if I told you, I don't believe in regrets, but if I have one it's that I should've let my Omi teach me more German while she was alive. Anyway, Grandad was funny today, he got chocolate from his cake all over him and the tablecloth and Jen was all "ahhhh Dad!" about it. Probably trying not to go nuts now that she's living with him again. :) And he couldn't seem to understand why his podiatrist won't cut his fingernails haha. Jen didn't understand why I, as a vegetarian, won't eat fish. And 10 minutes later, asked if I eat tuna. :S
Anyway, came home, and I started feeling icky again. I've been sick on and off since Monday, it's really odd. I have to be so careful what I eat to not upset my tummy, and I have a cold that seems to come and go a million times.
But we had a dinner tonight for Matt, with pizza. Ellie's staying with us at the moment (but still sent my Birthday card in the mail! LOL) It was fine. Except, with Opa being in hospital again, and not so good tonight, it ended in Mum and Ellie crying, a lot. I wish I could do something, I feel so helpless. I truly don't understand the reason for suffering, even though I have faith. I've cried a few times throughout his illness, but it seems to come out when I'm alone. Not a conscious choice, it's just how it's happened for me this time. I don't know if I'm scared to cry in front of people. Maybe it's just that I have to be strong for Mum. I know that in the past year I'm less afraid to tell people I love them, which is a good thing. I'm a lot more open and alive I think, than this time last year when my mind was basically living in a place of hell. Thankfully I broke free from that but life is never totally without it's flaws and dramas. Well, this got kind of deep. I guess I'm not so happy about turning 22 tomorrow. I don't have all the answers that I feel people expect of me. But maybe nobody ever does. (Oh, and Uncle Michael got me an old lady Birthday card, greeeeattt...) I just hope somehow Opa will be ok. I don't know what I'm doing but the rest doesn't matter too much. As long as I have the people I love, it's ok.