So, apparently my grandfather will be moving into an assisted care facility on Monday, and we will all be gathering to pack up the house next month.

This made me randomly burst into tears. Well, not so randomly, as the first thing I thought was that it wasn't right that Dad wasn't going to be there for this, since he had spent so much time trying to get us all ready to deal with it.

I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the idea that my grandparents' house will soon no longer be (and that isn't necessarily overly dramatic - many homes in the area are torn down and replaced these days, simply because the new owners have the money to do it). I guess I'm just hitting a point in my life where any illusions of stability and familiarity with my external world are being shattered.

Then again, it could just be that I'm getting older, which means the people around me are getting older, and this is what happens when adults of childhood age the same 30 years that I have.

*grump*