Visiting my grandmother.
My dad picked me up today to see my grandmother. Of my dad’s side; my only remaining living grandparent. She’s well over 80 years old I think but still quite of sound mind and very talkative. She has been steadily declining though and doesn’t go outside much, or at all, anymore.
A few other family members were there too, all of which I hadn’t seen since I started my transition, including my grandmother. Not much was said about it, but I didn’t expect that anyway. They’re not really that kind of people.
One of my aunts showed me pictures of the kids and their kids. It’s odd. I don’t really see this part of the family much so there are huge lapses in age and lives. Makes me feel kinda old too.