Today I took my son with me to have Sunday breakfast with my brother. My daughter was totally bogged down with college applications so she didn't come. My brother looked kind of down. The period between Thanksgiving and Christmas always seems to get to him. I asked him if anything was wrong, and he said no. But you could see, he was kind of hunched down and not looking up. My son is really good at engaging anyone in a conversation, and even he was having a hard time. However, by the end of the breakfast my brother was opening up a bit.
In the last couple of years, this would have gotten me a bit bent out of shape, I would have intervened more, do more to cheer him up. But I'm pretty tired of that, I have a lot to do at home helping (nagging) my daughter to finish her applications, and I want to enjoy my weekend off as much as possible. So I left the nursing home not having that bother me that much.
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