I wish my grandpa died
I wished my grandpa would leave this world already.
Grandpa is almost 90. He’s living with my grandma in this not-so-great nursing home. He’s had really bad heart problems his entire life and he survived 3 CVAs, the last 2 ones being in the last 2 years. The one he did over 2 years ago got him bedridden for 3 months at the hospital. Grandpa couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. My family and I started grieving; at his age, we and the medical staff were absolutely convinced he was not going to make it. We visited him almost every day and started preparing for his departure.
But he healed. Miraculously.
Again he was able to walk and make short sentences. It came out of nowhere. We were truly happy. But also it was the start of an emotional rollercoaster. Soon my grandma, his wife, would develop really bad dementia. This whole thing traumatized her emotionally and she couldn’t handle being around him anymore. Grandma developed anxiety and depression, which fuelled the speed to which her dementia would grow. We not only had to look out for my grandpa, but my grandma, who had suicidal ideation. And when she would try to get out to meet other friends in the nursing home, she would come to my grandpa who was ignoring her - because he felt she didn’t care for him as much as she was supposed to.
Alongside trying to make them bear each other, this last year, we started making their food, cleaning their place and managing all their activities (medical appointments, any sort of appointments really). My family and I have full-time work, and I’m dealing with a lot of personal issues on the side (autism, depression, OCD and an awful breakup). A couple months ago, grandpa did another CVA and was again bedridden for a whole 2 months AND recovered once again, fuelling that whole cycle again. His heart problems have worsened since then, and he has to go to many medical appointments every single day. We’re all at work, in our own schedules, trying to find who can drive him there while continuing to manage for grandma, who now is in a lethargic state due to her dementia.
This is so much for everyone in the family. I would just want him to leave this world already and make it easier for everyone around him. He’s complaining for most of the time and my grandma is sacrificing her soul just for being at his side. I’m not the primary caregiver - my parents and my aunt are - but this situation is just so heavy. Especially when we had all prepared for his departure two years ago. It’s the only topic that is spoken in this house (I live with my parents and my sister) and I just want to get out of here. I have participated in the emotional labour but not as much as everyone in the family and I don’t have the space to do so. I feel awful for feeling this way.