Today is my grandmother's 90th birthday, but she'll argue with you that it's only her 89th. My mother rolls her eyes, but I say if she wants to be 89 again we'll let her. It kind of foils the birthday celebration when she is so adamant about it though.
In her later years, my grandmother has become difficult for lack of a better word. I think she is filled with regrets and has become bitter. She'll tell you that she didn't marry for love, but always held the flame for another. I've always found that to be terribly sad. My grandfather loved her a lot.
She is left wondering with that "what might have been" feeling.
The thing that I have learned from her is that I don't want my life to wrap up like that. I don't want to be bitter. Somehow I've got to find the courage and means to take my steps toward happiness. She never did that. Even after my grandfather passed, she was too stuck on the "what might have been" to find happiness in the present.
Don't get me wrong. I love her dearly. I miss the fun side of her before she became bitter and manipulative. She is good at playing both sides against the middle and most of the time I am the middle.
She's in a nursing home now. Her being difficult has drawn some battle lines in the sand between certain family members. It has created a walking on egg shells situation. There is a fine line between showing her the respect a woman of her years deserves vs admonishing the tantrums of a child. I might add that she is in the nursing home by her own choosing knowing that her home and possessions are still as she left them. My father is in charge of all that and will do nothing with it until after her passing out of respect for her.
So, the big 90th birthday party was kind of a bust since she still insists she's 89. At least she is still with us to celebrate.
Maybe I should have told her that 90 is the new 80. I don't think she would have bought that either though.
CW
Have some Healthy Cup Tea.



