I'm a firm believer we are the products of our environment. While I'm not a doctor or researcher or scientist, my theory is we carry part of our parents inside us. If that's the case, we carry a piece of our grandparents, too. And on back through our lineage. Stuff is passed down, whether cognitively or unbeknownst. At least that's my opinion, whatever it's worth.
My husband's paternal grandpa died today. He was his last remaining grandparent. My husband and this grandpa were not particularly close. Yet, I can't help to think part of the reason my husband is who he is, is because of who his grandfather was.
My husband's relationship with his father is strained, at best. I'm not sure his father realizes it is strained. I find myself blaming his dad for much of the bipolar{ness} my husband faces. Whether that's valid, I don't know. Maybe one has to place blame somewhere, so why not?
Due to the passing of Grandpa, there will be more communication amongst the family. My husband's dad will want to talk, discuss plans, share. And my husband will not want to accept the calls. {His dad lives across the country} My husband will struggle; I won't know how to respond. That's what the next few days will bring. Questions, concerns, etc.
Part of life that most everyone faces at some point, yet it seems so magnified when bipolar comes into play.
No comments:
Post a Comment