This grandpa thing has made me tired.
I’ve been thinking about it most of the day. I’ve known he was going to die. He’s been frail for a while and I’ve known about his worsen condition for a few days. I haven’t felt bad. I didn’t feel bad.
I think he was a bad person. The good he did in this world is outweighed by the bad. That definitely made his impending death easier to bear.
These feelings made me indifferent to his death. But now I almost feel bad for him. I know he made mistakes, but he didn’t try to correct them. He wasted the opportunities at redemption.
Now he’s been suffering for about 2 years. First, he loses his wife. Then, he has to leave his home in Mexico and come to Dallas, which he never really liked. Finally, all the medial issues. It’s been a horrible 2 years. I’m almost feeling sorry for him.
I think I do feel sorry for him. I’m not sure yet.
Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won’t come in. -Alan Alda, actor and director (b. 1936)