Teenage Girls and Losing Grandparents
Sparkycus has a girl chasing him. Come to think of it, I don't think he's necessarily trying to get away real hard ...
We'll call her Jessica Simpson. The mother bear in me (who is a serious bitch, by the way) has decided that any girl who comes close to my son before he's a junior or senior in high school is a rabid hyena hiding an inner backstabbing barracuda. I was a teenage girl a long time ago (in a galaxy far, far away) and remember pretty vividly that all I wanted to do was 1) experiment sexually with increasing frequency and uh ... "depth" as time wore on and 2) nutty as a squirrel on crack. I don't trust 'em. At all.
On the other hand, I remember what it was like to be able to hang out with your friends, male & female, without your mother hanging over you. That feeling of freedom could not be matched. I also remember what it's like to fall in love the first couple-hundred times.
And thus Sparkycus was just picked up by Jessica Simpson, her mother and her sister. They are on their way to the fair for the day. I armed him with an all-day ride ticket, $25 cash and a cell phone with an invitation to call if he's ready to come home and they're not, or if he'd just like to talk through something. God help me, it's my cardiac arrest or stroke waiting to happen.
I spoke to my grandfather last night. He's circling the drain; no two ways about it. Since my Nanny passed away, he's been in the hospital five times; the latest with congestive heart failure. I asked if he'd like someone from the family to come take care of him and he pretty much said, "hell, no!" That's pretty much my Poppy. Now I'm laden with regret ... never visited/called/wrote enough. Is it too late? Will we ever know the truth of what my mother has told us regarding his or Nanny's wishes? Is he lonely? Does he miss Nanny enough to let go and join her on the next journey? Does he know that I love him? Does he know that I've finally learned to accept that all of those hurtful statements about my weight are forgiven or that they even hurt to begin with? Does he know I finally understand how happy he made my Nanny? Does it hurt? Is he scared? All conversations would have to take place in person ... Fargo to Las Vegas is too far on the phone or in a letter. I've tried to discuss deeper things with he & Nanny before, but both were pretty dodgy. I think they are of the generation that just doesn't talk about their feelings, fears or beliefs unless it has to do with politics.
Spartacus just got up; we must plan the rest of the day.
Everybody call their grandparents. Or your parents. Or your siblings. Or your best friend. Just tell someone you love them.
Be well.