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o·bliv·i·ous adj. Lacking all memory; forgetful. Lacking conscious awareness; unmindful.

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Thursday, May 18, 2006

bunko and grandma

i'm like tired. my mom just had this thing called bunko, which is basically an excuse fora bunch if middle aged ladies to get together, give each other gifts and drink wine. ha. and cackle. alot. god they laugh loudly. ug. i might have to go help my mom in a second. i just wanted to talk about the fact of my grandma who is slowly losing her mind. which is sad. cause i think that if you have to go crazy, it should come all of a sudden. not slowly and painfully, full of degradation and sorrow. becasue i think she knows she's losing it. thats the thing with alzhiemers. things drift away like a cloud. and she tries so hard. and she get frustrated and irratated at the whole world, becasue she knows she can't live on her own, but she would rather die than admit it. i love her alot. dn it hurts me to see her hurt. and i don't think my mom understands. she seems to treat her as a nuisance and stranger, sorting her medical affairs as if they were tax reports, sifting through her letters as if they were electric bills. oh well. i've got to go help my mom.

# posted by the mysterious 'C' @ 10:29 PM ::


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