this might not be tumblr appropriate
what if you were losing someone you’ve been married to for over 50 years? what if you had to make a choice that would ultimately decide if your husband had a chance to live? this is what’s happening to my grandmother. or has happened. because she’s decided, probably for the best, to not bring my grandfather into Boston to get further treatment and to bring him home where he’s going to spend his very limited remaining days. I’m an absolute mess right now and I dont know what to say or do. but of COURSE I’m going to ignore all if this and be normal and not cry and pretend its not happening because that’s what I do. fuck.
