Coping

With more than one thing….a recent death that has been bothering me, and my old, senile grandmother who has been bothering me. 

I’m having trouble coping with the death of my 29-year-old friend Bryan.  I don’t know WHY he’s dead…don’t know what caused his death.  He’s gone, though, and it just doesn’t sit well with me.  It feels wrong, really wrong.  His mother is also friends with me, and the poor woman, named Brigitte, is having a tough time coping, too….as I’d really expect any mother to have, I guess.  I feel so inadequate to help Brigitte, and so scared that I’ll never be able to cope, because I have no one to talk to about it, really.  Mikey tries to understand, but I’m not sure he really does. 

Then there’s my grandmother, Nanny.  She took the car back from us last week or so.  She keeps telling me I have to take her to "get dem beds back dat des bitch stole".  There are no stolen beds.  There is no fabled "bitch".  This whole thing is an embarrassment to me, and I don’t know how to deal with it.  Not to mention that I have to rat out my own grandmother if we go to a store and I see her stealing again.  The management knows about it now!  At HEB and at Ole’s.  WalMart knows, too, but damned if they’ll DO anything about it.  Ole’s is small, though, so maybe she’ll get caught stealing there.  I hope so.  There’s nothing I’d like more than to see that EVIL BITCH BE PUT AWAY!  The goddamned old witch ruinned my fucking life for th elast 20 years.  Her precious fucking son died and then his wife and kids were spawns of Satan!  I hate her!

Ok, where in the hell THAT came from I don’t know.