past couple days

Don't know where to begin
It's like my world's caving in
And I try but I can't control my fear
Where do I go from here?

sometimes its so hard to pray
When You feel so far away
But I am willing to go
Where you want me to
God, I trust You

-Let the Waters Rise

So hi everyone! This is one of those posts that I need to write...not necessarily that I want to write. I started this post this morning before work. I was kind of a mess, the crying sort of mess. I'm happy to say that things have since improved. So I scrapped the dramatic post I wrote this morning and wrote out this one.

Essentially, yesterday (Monday), I felt that my world had flipped completely upsidedown. I say "I" but I think I can speak for pretty much all of my family. Background story: on Sunday, Annetta and I went down to Grandpa's house (my dad's dad...the one who loves right down the road) like we typically do on Sunday afternoons. Grandpa had made a crisp, and we ate it and read comics. He was fine. Problem: The next morning at 7 am, however, he called our home and told my dad that he was stranded in a coffee shop in a town about 20 minutes away...he didn't know how he had gotten there or anything. So my dad went down to Grandpa's house and attempted to convince him that no, he was not at a coffee shop, he was in fact home, and no, he did not spill coffee down his shirt. The entire rest of the day he was like that...Annetta and I spent about 4 and a half hours in the afternoon with him, and he had imaginary conversations (well, the convo was real, just not the other person), yelled at people who weren't there, etc.

Upsetting? You bet. Abrupt? No kidding. It was like the grandpa I'd known for the past 19 years was completely and totally gone, just like that. So my world kinda tipped over.

Today, he's been lucid 95% of the time (according to my dad). He went to a doctors appointment. He has trouble with his ears (anyone who knows him knows that to communicate is to yell. Forcefully :P ) and water retention in his legs. So he and my dad spent about 3 hours at the doctors. They prescribed him some blood pressure and water pills, and they want to see him again next week. They also did some memory tests, which he did relatively well with. Alzheimers does run in the family, though, which he is aware of...it doesn't make it easier for him that he more or less remembers that he was out of it yesterday, and he knows there's a good chance that he will do that again.

So we're currently playing it by ear. We'll see how he does tonight...tomorrow...the next few days. We're sorta cleaning up a bedroom downstairs at his house so that if he needs us to be there a lot, we can do that comfortably in that room. We'd appreciate your prayers so much...for patience (it's hard for my dad to watch his dad go though this), nerves of steel (hey, you try talking to a grandfather who's convinced that people are stealing his money!), for my grandpa's health, and just for us all to be able to deal with this.

I can't really think of much more to add at this point, so I shall say goodnight, and thanks for reading!