Off subject, but not really.....

I’m still respectively and respectably stewing on about my ex-Dom/boyfriend, Jason. We had lived together for years in the house that my grandfather had owned. But first, I want to tell you all a bit about my grandfather who, after he passed away, I realized that he was sincerely my hero, my “knight in shining armor”. He was my father’s father, George Sr. He was also a war-veteran with multiple purple hearts. He was an activist, a labor union advocate. Furthermore he was the most generous and honorable man that I have ever known.

When my grandfather was afflicted with stomach cancer, which had already spread throughout his entire body by the time he was diagnosed; while he was mentally unstable from Dementia and Alzheimer’s disease and shortly before he was diagnosed and subsequently medicated for severe depression; I decided it best to move in to take care of him. I did this not just because my father and my mother were working full-time and hadn’t the time to take care of him. I did it out of love and respect. No one wanted to see him live out his last days alone in a nursing home. No one else wanted to or was able to take on the job and I had recently been laid off so I had all the time in the world for him. He so deeply deserved my time, my love and my care.