The Wall, Germans and old people.
Dec. 25th, 2002 06:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzListening to my new cd’s that are actually youth sentiment. Pink Floyd and the Dire Straits, which Raphael copied for me. It’s good hearing these bands again.
After breakfast with croissants dad, Detti and Raphael picked me up and we drove to Nijeveen. That’s way up north near Meppel, a two-hour drive. My father drove wild and fast, we hopped over a bridge and it felt as if the car was completely loose from the road for two seconds, before we crashed back onto the floor. It really scared the hell out of me. My dad has always been a wild driver but this was too much for me. I closed my eyes and listened to music. Luckily Raphael brought his new mp3 player and good mp’s. The Offspring was good to hear again, for a change.
Grandma was glad to see us all again, she hugged me really tight. Grandpa was a shock. Back on oxygen, sitting in a wheelchair because he just doesn’t want to anymore. He doesn’t want to try; he doesn’t want to help. All he wants is more food, more attention. It’s pathetic, really. But it also pisses me off. His speech is deteriorating as well, blabbering without making sense to any of us. It was hilarious to hear. But basically it meant “more” anyway.
We also visited my aunt Hennie in the hospital. She had had an operation to her shoulder (some extra bone growing which had to be sawed off) and she was just coming off IV and morphine as we were there. She wasn’t very “me me me”-ish this time.
Also saw my nephew Johan, he’s so sweet. He promised to come over to Ede soon.
And TR….Tante Roefie (tante=aunt) my grandpa’s sister, she is getting worse every day. She’s very alone and growing older (81 now). Her hip is very sore, can’t very well walk, half deaf. She enjoyed seeing us and appreciated me being there and that’s enough reason for me to go. I’m afraid it has been the last time I’ve seen her. It’s just this feeling I have.
After breakfast with croissants dad, Detti and Raphael picked me up and we drove to Nijeveen. That’s way up north near Meppel, a two-hour drive. My father drove wild and fast, we hopped over a bridge and it felt as if the car was completely loose from the road for two seconds, before we crashed back onto the floor. It really scared the hell out of me. My dad has always been a wild driver but this was too much for me. I closed my eyes and listened to music. Luckily Raphael brought his new mp3 player and good mp’s. The Offspring was good to hear again, for a change.
Grandma was glad to see us all again, she hugged me really tight. Grandpa was a shock. Back on oxygen, sitting in a wheelchair because he just doesn’t want to anymore. He doesn’t want to try; he doesn’t want to help. All he wants is more food, more attention. It’s pathetic, really. But it also pisses me off. His speech is deteriorating as well, blabbering without making sense to any of us. It was hilarious to hear. But basically it meant “more” anyway.
We also visited my aunt Hennie in the hospital. She had had an operation to her shoulder (some extra bone growing which had to be sawed off) and she was just coming off IV and morphine as we were there. She wasn’t very “me me me”-ish this time.
Also saw my nephew Johan, he’s so sweet. He promised to come over to Ede soon.
And TR….Tante Roefie (tante=aunt) my grandpa’s sister, she is getting worse every day. She’s very alone and growing older (81 now). Her hip is very sore, can’t very well walk, half deaf. She enjoyed seeing us and appreciated me being there and that’s enough reason for me to go. I’m afraid it has been the last time I’ve seen her. It’s just this feeling I have.
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Date: 2003-01-01 06:55 am (UTC)So...Detti, who is my stepmom, and Raphael, my stepbrother.