Unexpected travel

If you'd asked me 36 hours ago where I thought I would be now, I would not have answered that I would be within 2000 miles of where I am. I'm in San Diego. On Saturday morning, mom called me up to tell me that grandpa was dying and to request that I come out to San Diego to support her. So I arranged tickets, packed my bags and was in a taxi on the way to the airport within three hours after receiving the call.

This morning, I walked along Pacific Ocean beach with Joseph. Little I imagined I when I received his letter on Wednesday that I'd see him in less than a week.

Mom, her two sisters, brother-in-law, and Grandma have been sitting vigil with Grandpa, watching him die. He's had cancer on his scalp, and the cancer has been spreading, and then Friday night he had a stroke. He wasn't expected to last the night, but he's still alive and somewhat responsive.

It's unpleasant to watch someone die. There are excretions, and gasping for air, and it takes forever.

My return ticket is for Tuesday. It may be extended, I don't know. I've been in contact with my boss, who said to take as long as it takes.

The weird thing is, other than this, I'm fine. I'm reading, I'm content. So far there hasn't been any emotional anything that I can't handle.