Of course this dredges up a lot of feelings about my crappy childhood. I always hated trips to see the grandparents because my dad would stay sober the whole time and pretend we were one big happy family. It was such an uncomfortable lie, escpecially knowing the day we got home he would drink himself into a stupor. And I think my grandparents never like my mom. They were nice to us kids, but even as a small child I could feel all the tension.
So here I am, thinking about my childhood, sad that my grandmother is dead, worried about my mom.