So this week I’m taking a couple of days off to visit my grandma in Cali. Spending the weekend actually. Just bought the tickets the other day, albeit for more than I wanted to pay. Well, what are you going to do, when you’re buying airline tickets a week in advance. Managed to keep the flights to one stop each way and got a rental car for a reasonable price.
I’ve been putting off this visit for a while — don’t know what to think of it. Scared, mostly. Not knowing what to expect is pretty unnerving. My aunt’s been guilt-tripping me about my grandmother for the past month and I guess I decided to man up and do what I got to do. Better at a hospital than at a funeral. I mean, she was there to raise me and all. It’s sad, but it is what it is. I want to be there for her.