Politics, Religion and Love

This is going to be short, I was actually going to take a night off, but Olivia's comment made me think that without this, what would be the point of her going to work?

Last Tuesday night my Grossi (my Swiss grandmother) was sent to the hospital for really bad stomach flu, she is almost eighty-nine years old, and was hit pretty hard by it. Grossi didn't leave the hospital until Friday, and I didn't find out about any of this until a week from when it happened. You can imagin I am pretty fucking pissed.

If you are a regular blog reader you know that I try and visit my grandparents once or twice a month. I lived with my grandparents for nine months before I got my apprenticeship. They lent me money so I could stay in Switzerland, they put up with me coming home drunk at eight in the morning on several occasions, they welcomed my friends into their home and treated them like family, and they have loved me like a granddaughter unwaveringly my whole entire life (long explanation for that one).

I am especially close with Grossi. Aside from being the perfect grandmother, she is an amazing human being. We talk for hours when I visit, sitting around her kitchen table. We talk about politics, religion and love most of the time, but lately she has been prone to want to share my mother's history with me, or at least her version of it. These conversations are gems in their own right and the time I have been able to have with my grandparents is one of the greatest things I have gotten out of being here. Grossi obviously means a great deal to me, so you can imagine my anger towards the lack of notification on my uncle and aunt's part of letting me know she was in the hospital. Sometimes I wish family could just act like family, and not a bunch of self-serving assholes. I guess it wouldn't family then though.

The important thing is that Grossi is back home now with Grossvati, and is gradually doing better. For that I am beyond thankful. With that said, Skipper, it's time for you to start praying.

I'm holding off on Basel for the weekend and heading out of the city to an unknown destination Saturday morning and really glad for a moment to relax.

DO NOT FORGET TO SUBMIT YOUR TREE NAMES! (Carney Anne, don't think you don't have to!)

Oh, and if you are slowly breaking my heart, please stop.