A slightly different entry. don't really want to write about the work situation anymore. So I wanna write a little about the past 10 days where I've been looking after my granddad.
We've had a carer looking after my granddad for the past 4 years, but recently she had decided to move back home to start a family, we really didn't want her to go, because she is simply wonderful. So friendly and good at looking after my granddad. There's been times I had to tell her to stop working because it's obvious she was not feeling well, but with a very strong sense of duty, she will never rest until the job is done. A really good cook too, never really made anything we didn't like. She even got my granddad eating healthier!
As for my Granddad, although we lived together in the same house as a kid, I don't really have that many special memories of him, I can only remember 2 occasions, I remember he once bought my brother and I a plastic toy sword once, that was something my grandma would never allow us to have, for the fear that we would fight and poke each others eye out. as you might be able to imagine she was not pleased when she found out. The other memory I have is he was too busy gambling and forgot to pick me up from the school bus drop off point when I was 4 years old. I remember I was both really scared and really excited.
I don't want to go into too many details, but it's sufficient to say my granddad and grandma did NOT get on at all, and I don't mean the odd argument here and there, I mean they don't like each other. If you think that's only a front and they must really love each other deep down, I'm afraid you are wrong. They were put together via an arranged marriage, so they had no connection to begin with and it might be safe to say they never really developed a relationship.
My grandma is one the people I love the most in this world. What she thinks/feel matter to me more then anything else. Its a case of; if you upset her, I will hurt you. I don't care what you did or if you are even in the right.
Don't worry I didn't hurt my granddad, even though the 2 of them have been at war with one and another as far back as I can remember and knowing how badly my grandma was treated by him, i tried my best to not hold a grudge against him, even when many members of my family have been.
My Grandma left us quite a few years ago now. Back then I still lived in UK, we came back to visit her once every few years and she flew to UK a few times too. but I never really had a chance to live with her since I was 8 years old. In a way I feel really guilty I never had the chance to look after her, to treat her better or called her more often. Which made it difficult for me to look after my granddad.
I used to feel like, if my Grandma is looking down at us, she would be mad at me, but seeing how helpless my Granddad could be I really couldn't do it and I feel like I'm betraying my Grandma, i felt terrible but I really didn't want to treat my Granddad like other members of my family does. Even if he is not my granddad I'm not sure I can be cold as they are, that's right my very own family! Perhaps they know more about the damage my Granddad had done, but its that a suitable reason for us to ignore him? to only provide him with the barest of essential? I can't do it? I can't let him struggle on his own, to be as confused as he is is sad enough. It's hard to admit it, but I do love him very much, perhaps it will never compare to how I feel about my Grandma. but promise myself I will treat him with love and respect, to do all i can to make his life as comfortable as I physically can. To help him in any way possible.
I think despite what evidence I've seen over the years regarding their relationship, deep down in my heart, I know my grandma would still be proud of me.
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