Family time

Last weekend was a big b-day bash for a family member who turned 50 (no, not me…yet!).

It was frustrating for H because his sister and her family came into town for the event and he didn't get to spend as much time with them as he would have liked.

I had a wonderful time with them all and my worries about getting grief were happily unfounded. What was even better was that we only had a moment to talk about H because there was so much going on. Nice to not have the focus on him so much.

What was most striking tho' was when I told his sister, "You know, (sister's name), I love H and I'm doing the best I can. I know how unhappy he is."

She starts getting teary-eyed. Me too.

Whatever tension was in the air due to the placement fracas last Fall vanished.

She said, "I wish I could fix his attitude. He's so angry and negative. He's pissed at you, mom & dad, me, everyone, the world."

"Me too," I said. "But who can blame him? He's not even 50 yet, but he's losing his mind, his health, everything. And mostly, (sister's endearing nick-name), he's just tired, very tired."