It's demoralizing for me to watch my grandfather painfully loose some of his sight while still being fully aware. He is 81. Still active. Now he is struggling to see his family's faces. He can't watch his favorite shows far away anymore. He can't watch boxing or football without sitting right in front of the TV.
In 2 short years, my grandfather experienced a dramatic loss of sight, but it may have started years ago, without anyone knowing.
Added to that is the pain of knowing that it cannot be fixed. It's permanent. He must feel defeated.
I think he realizes his age. That he thinks he won't have long to live. He's said it out loud. He must have accepted it. Although he has, I can't. I'm not ready to.
Random snippets:
-- I'm in the middle of attempting to read Thailand: A Short History. A book that I bought 2 years ago, and a book that I have not finished. I've only read about 1/4. The cool thing is that it ties in with a drama I'm watching about Ayutthaya.
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