I’ll Just Take my Blanket and go to the Mountains

Photo by Brian Erickson on Unsplash

Many years ago, I lived with my grandparents so I could be my grandfather’s caretaker as he played out his last two years fighting cancer. It was serendipitous, I had flamed out of a PhD program and his prostate cancer had metastasized. I needed focus, something that would give me purpose as opposed to ten years of academic pursuits that went nowhere. He needed someone to help with his physical needs as…