Just when I thought this week couldn't get any worse.
My aunt just called to tell us that earlier today my grandfather fell down and broke his hip. He's in the hospital and will have surgery tomorrow. I'm hoping everything will turn out fine, since even though he's 90, he's in incredibly good health. He had a mild stroke a couple of years ago and bounced back really well from that, so hopefully this will be the same thing. My other aunt is getting my grandmother and bringing her to her house so that she has someone to take care of her while granddaddy's in the hospital. I'll be talking to this aunt later tonight so hopefully I'll get some more information about how everyone's doing.
My grandmother's health is not good; I hope this won't effect her too negatively. She has Alzheimer's (or something very similar) and hasn't really remembered us for several years. It's so difficult going to visit them because when I was little, my grandmother and I were inseparable. We did everything together when I would visit them: she taught me how to bake, she'd take me fishing, we'd play games, she'd read to me (we went through all of the Little House books together)...just everything little kids love to do. And she hasn't really been that woman since before I started college. I honestly don't remember how long it's been, it's been that long. I really feel awful for my grandfather, since she doesn't even seem to know him all the time anymore. They've been married for over 60 years, and I can't even begin to imagine how hard it is for him to take care of her every day. But he does it. In fact, he won't put her in a nursing home, and he doesn't even have anyone to help out. It's really amazing all he does for her at his age. And now with the hip, I don't know what's going to happen.
I just hope they'll be up to seeing us at Christmas. I love seeing everyone, and I know everyone enjoys the time that we all have together around the holiday. The idea that we might not get to have it is kind of terrifying for me. For the last several years, I've been worried that every time I see my grandmother will be the last time. I hope that this summer wasn't it.
My grandmother's health is not good; I hope this won't effect her too negatively. She has Alzheimer's (or something very similar) and hasn't really remembered us for several years. It's so difficult going to visit them because when I was little, my grandmother and I were inseparable. We did everything together when I would visit them: she taught me how to bake, she'd take me fishing, we'd play games, she'd read to me (we went through all of the Little House books together)...just everything little kids love to do. And she hasn't really been that woman since before I started college. I honestly don't remember how long it's been, it's been that long. I really feel awful for my grandfather, since she doesn't even seem to know him all the time anymore. They've been married for over 60 years, and I can't even begin to imagine how hard it is for him to take care of her every day. But he does it. In fact, he won't put her in a nursing home, and he doesn't even have anyone to help out. It's really amazing all he does for her at his age. And now with the hip, I don't know what's going to happen.
I just hope they'll be up to seeing us at Christmas. I love seeing everyone, and I know everyone enjoys the time that we all have together around the holiday. The idea that we might not get to have it is kind of terrifying for me. For the last several years, I've been worried that every time I see my grandmother will be the last time. I hope that this summer wasn't it.