This is the time for contemplation. After my grandmother's death in July, my grandfather took a turn for the worst and called my mother up yesterday to tell her he was dying and had only a few weeks left.
I watch my mother cry on the phone, feeling helpless and bruised and lost.
I watch the world, a little slowly, retreating inside myself.
I'm still here, on the sidelines. I feel like asking for help, but I realize I can only help myself; that when my sister comes home for the holidays, the person who knows me best will be there, understand. No need to talk.
I feel frozen.
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