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4 years ago
Well, it appears that I am now at the age of 37, which makes me take a step back, and look at how far I've come. I ask myself what accomplishments I have achieved, as I look back at all I have gained, and lost.
I am still currently living with my grandmother, unemployed at the moment, though I am still searching for a local job. As hard as that might be, it's all I can do, since I still do not have a vehicle.
On the subject of family, both my grandmother, and I have learned of my father's state of well being. Back in the middle of September, my father was rushed to the hospital due to mental complications brought on by his alcoholism. While there, it was discovered that his addiction had led to permanent damage to his brain. At the same time, the district court have stepped in to claim proxy over his decisions. He has been in the hospital since then, with barely any news of his well being passed on to my grandmother, even though she is his mother. Today, we both have learned that due to my father's mental regression, the district courts have deemed him unfit for society, and in the coming weeks, will have him transported from the hospital where he is currently being held, to a more permanent residence at a secured nursing facility. This, in turn, has upset my grandmother dearly. Not only will she not see her only son for the coming holidays, she fears that she'll never see him again in the foreseeable future. This has led her into a great state of depression, worse than I have ever seen.
I will admit now that my father and I in the past recent months have not been on good terms, as his behavior in the public's eyes was nothing less then embarrassing, and humiliating. It got under my skin whenever management of an establishment would come up to me, asking to have him removed from the property because he was bothering staff and patrons alike. Deep down, I knew there was nothing that could be done, as he would return a day or so after.
In my father's eyes, he saw the world repeating itself, as if stuck in a point in time around the mid, to late 1990's, when he was at the peak of the greatest moments in life. He believes that everyone he has ever known will get together at a moment's notice, though sadly in reality, they have either moved on, or passed away.
I sit back now, and question my father's future. I know he is now in the hands of the state, and there's no telling when, and where they will have him transported. Then, I look at my grandmother, who is now in a state of shock and depression, and wonder how she will handle not being able to see him on Thanksgiving, or even Christmas, for that matter. I have invited a dear close friend of mine over for Thanksgiving, to make the house not seem as empty, and bring about conversation to hopefully ease my grandmother's worries.
This year's holiday season will be as difficult as the last. Last year, it was due to global complications that prevented families from getting together for the holidays. It was decided then that my grandmother and I couldn't be bothered to even put a tree, as there was no point. However this year, I will personally put up a tree to bring hope and good spirits to my grandmother in hopes that she may see her son at least one more time before being transported away. It's unclear at this point how things will turn out, and as the old saying goes, time will tell.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
I am still currently living with my grandmother, unemployed at the moment, though I am still searching for a local job. As hard as that might be, it's all I can do, since I still do not have a vehicle.
On the subject of family, both my grandmother, and I have learned of my father's state of well being. Back in the middle of September, my father was rushed to the hospital due to mental complications brought on by his alcoholism. While there, it was discovered that his addiction had led to permanent damage to his brain. At the same time, the district court have stepped in to claim proxy over his decisions. He has been in the hospital since then, with barely any news of his well being passed on to my grandmother, even though she is his mother. Today, we both have learned that due to my father's mental regression, the district courts have deemed him unfit for society, and in the coming weeks, will have him transported from the hospital where he is currently being held, to a more permanent residence at a secured nursing facility. This, in turn, has upset my grandmother dearly. Not only will she not see her only son for the coming holidays, she fears that she'll never see him again in the foreseeable future. This has led her into a great state of depression, worse than I have ever seen.
I will admit now that my father and I in the past recent months have not been on good terms, as his behavior in the public's eyes was nothing less then embarrassing, and humiliating. It got under my skin whenever management of an establishment would come up to me, asking to have him removed from the property because he was bothering staff and patrons alike. Deep down, I knew there was nothing that could be done, as he would return a day or so after.
In my father's eyes, he saw the world repeating itself, as if stuck in a point in time around the mid, to late 1990's, when he was at the peak of the greatest moments in life. He believes that everyone he has ever known will get together at a moment's notice, though sadly in reality, they have either moved on, or passed away.
I sit back now, and question my father's future. I know he is now in the hands of the state, and there's no telling when, and where they will have him transported. Then, I look at my grandmother, who is now in a state of shock and depression, and wonder how she will handle not being able to see him on Thanksgiving, or even Christmas, for that matter. I have invited a dear close friend of mine over for Thanksgiving, to make the house not seem as empty, and bring about conversation to hopefully ease my grandmother's worries.
This year's holiday season will be as difficult as the last. Last year, it was due to global complications that prevented families from getting together for the holidays. It was decided then that my grandmother and I couldn't be bothered to even put a tree, as there was no point. However this year, I will personally put up a tree to bring hope and good spirits to my grandmother in hopes that she may see her son at least one more time before being transported away. It's unclear at this point how things will turn out, and as the old saying goes, time will tell.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
