I've never been close to my grandparents, my father's died when he was a teen, and my mother's live(d) in Kangersuatsiaq, too far up north for us to visit them more than 2 times. Expensive. Her father died a couple of years ago, and her mother has become senile; every time my mother calls my grandmother, she always says that I had just called her and that I am in Nuuk. Which was this summer.
Which reminds me, she tells that there is no ice on the water, quite the anomaly. With snow outside my very window, I'm beginning to think that weather patterns are switching, and that my refuge from the snowy hell has been a mistake... Oh well. |
