why do we let ourselves get so upset?

So last night I got pretty upset with Spencer. I was still very upset this morning after we woke up and I had it out with him. I was upset that he changed the plans that I had made with his brother. Come to find out that when I told him that I needed to take my grandma into Orangeville tomorrow I forgot to mention that I was taking her to a funeral for my Great Uncle Keith. So all of the sudden me being mad at Spencer over what I perceived as a slight was actually a lack of communication on my part. To make matters even worse, a couple of hours after we had gotten things back to how I wanted them with Spencer's brother my mom calls to tell me that Grandma had forgotten that Keith had passed away. Because when Grandma was told of Keith's passing she got really upset so Mom didn't want to go through that again so I am to just not worry about picking Grandma up tomorrow. Now I just hope that she doesn't remember that I was suppose to pick her up to take her down.



Grandma losing her memory is terrible. I hate to be scared that she will get in her car and drive away and not be able to find her way back. Mom had wanted to take Grandma back to Vernal with her yesterday so that Mom could take her to the funeral tomorrow but Grandma didn't want to do that. She told Mom that she would rather drive herself than go to Vernal with Mom. Which is why I said I would drive her. When Grandpa went into the hospital the week before he passed away Grandma hit something with their car and dented the transmission fluid pan causing the fluid to leak. She doesn't remember hitting anything. Like I said, it scares me to death that she has that car there.



I feel like a terrible person, but I hate to see Grandma slowly lose her memory and the ability to control her emotions. If I knew for a fact that on one else would be hurt I would rather see Grandma pass away in an accident.