Falling away from me...

My brother called again last night. My Granny, who has been in ICU for two months now, has taken a turn for the worse and no one expects her to live more than a day or two. They pulled all the machines off her last night (except oxygen) and moved her to a hospice. All her stomach and gastrointestinal organs have shut down. She was on 4 antibiotics but still the infection rages on.

I am, as we speak, looking into flights for tonight to Las Vegas.

I want to help support my brother Simon, who has been a rock for every ungodly and godly person involved. He may have a good relationship with God, but has had to give and give and give these last few months, on top of the last few years and I sense he has been running on nothing for a very long time. It has got to be incredibly hard to sit and watch the ups and downs of my frail grandma, fight for good care for her, and run the household while my grandpa is falling apart. Then to do that for two months straight. Day in, day out. He once remarked to me that if we got to heaven by works, he'd be a saint.

God bless you, Simon for all that you do and your heart of compassion for people. You need a long vacation soon.

I hope I can be helpful and not add to the complex interpersonal dynamics of mixed family who all grieve (or not) in their own ways.