Mom told my grandma went to visit grandpa. She said she was supposed to stay six feet away but **** that, right? She held his hand. He didn’t speak but squeezed her hand. She said he looks pretty gone. My mom seems to be under the impression that the home will let us know when death is imminent so we can all go in (one at a time, of course - can’t let him catch coronavirus :eyeroll: ) but she’s not sure. I hope I do get to say goodbye to him. He’s not aware enough to make it worth trying to stand outside of his window. I won’t take my son though. I don’t think it’s necessary. If it were a closer family member I would but I think it would just scare him. I will take him to the funeral though. I took him to his grandfather’s who he was very close to. I didn’t take him to his father’s but that’s only because he was so young, only four. I don’t think he would have understood.

Anxiety is ok, I don’t feel like I’m on edge waiting. I get a good distraction at work. My student was a little better today. We finally talked to his mom. Apparently he went inpatient for a massive overdose after an argument with his father how sad. He’s only eleven. At first I didn’t understand why he wasn’t on meds but after talking with her I understand where she’s coming from. He’s been on meds since he was five, so she wants him to detox from them to see how he really is and what his actual dx might be now that he’s older. I respect that.