My trip to Utah has decended into a fit of madness.
The initial reason for me coming was to say goodbye to my Grandpa, who has terminal cancer. Ever since the tragic death of my own father, my Grandpa has pretty much given up, and you can see it when you actually see him. I love my Grandpa, but being with him now is a pretty surreal and depressing experience...because clearly nothing I can say or do (or really anybody for that matter), can really change his mind or his state.
Plus, my Grandpa was recently flat out robbed by some greedy daughters/other grandchilren, and his estate is being torn apart in a feud between power hungry other relatives that stretches the bounds of Basic Human Decency. Its even more strange, because very few of his remaining possessions have actual monetary value. Its about Power and Fear.
Finally, now my sister is in the ER here at the U of U with a breathing problem, and everybody is terrified as to how this might affect her baby.
Its been 72 hours of pure madness, and I'm the only healthy/somewhat sane party in this whole bunch. I'm not sure how much more I can take