And here I thought I was going to sleep...
My mom called from Russia to wish me a belated happy birthday. She was apologetic, but I didn't care. SHE DIDN'T FORGET AFTER ALL. She proceeded to tell me the news. The news I get from my family are always grim. This time it's about grandpa. He is slowly dying. He is so bad that the ambulance won't pick him up (this is Russia for you). They are waiting for him to kick it.
I have mixed feelings about this. I want to fly out to see him, but I have no money, and I have only seen him about 3 times in my life (long story).
This is where material for my books comes from. This pain. There is so much of it that I don't know what else to do but to write it out. Sorry for spilling...but sharing this made me feel better.
I love you.