around the corner
Tonight I went "out" to eat with my grandparents. Out meaning we left the apt and walked around to a restaurant around the corner. When we got to the street, I wish my brother could see my grandmothers face. Her eyes were traveling so fast. Life was just wrapped around her eyes. it was like watching her see the world for the first time. Each tiny step was filled with more excitement than the last. I was scared to life when we were crossing the street. The speed we were traveling in was a for sure slow enough to await an eminent death but it really didn't matter. I was just so happy for her. But once we left the restaurant and were headed back to the apartment, reality came crashing down. She was so tired she could barely left her legs and stand up straight. knees were always bent. could barely walk and eight of a street without having to stop. Going up the stairs was even more tough. we assisted her buy lifting her arm and pushing her up, but she could never do the last step without me actually picking her up. After every flight we got her a stool to sit on for 5 to 10 mins to catch her breathe. I never noticed the number of steps it takes to get up a flight of stairs. And even though ive walked up those stairs to her apt hundreds of times, I never noticed that from each floor there were 2 less steps. It never made a difference before but just 2 more steps that she didn't have to walk relieved me. i just can't imagine what a feat she is going through and I hope my kids know better to just leave me alone and let me die when I reach a certain age so i don't have to battle up stairs and steps everyday.