Arlington Heights, here I come.
I’m leaving tomorrow for Chicago. My grandma is full of cancer.
I should explain this. My grandma is smart and pragmatic. The experience of being near the end of life is not an overly-sentimental or wrenching experience for her, and by extension, not so for my family either. It’s been extraordinary seeing how well everyone is acting and making decisions. It’s very much informing how I will act when I’m near the end of my life.
I think I will blog more about my thoughts on this experience at a later date.
In the meantime, know that I’ll be getting to be with my family. I’m excited to go. I’m looking forward to reading the paper to Grandma, and dissecting the news with her. We will be eating bacon.