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my uncle is in from florida. i havent seen him yet though. im excited for DINNER tonight. yahoo. i love my family....even though we are all stressed and at times short with each other. i pray that we all have patience, strength, and wisdom through this.
My grandma has to be one of the strongest women i have ever met. she is handling all of this with so much grace. unlike the rest of us who are crabby, frustrated, bitter, and sad. she laughs a lot. even when i want to cry she laughs. yesterday christi and i had to help her go to the bathroom. we had never done this before and we were both a little nervous...."what if we cant hold her up?. what if she falls?. oh i cant see her like this"....but we did it because we love her and had too. while we were helping her back into her chair, she started laughing hysterically. christi and i looked at each other in shock. is this it? has she lost her sense? has her old age finally caught up with her mind like it has her body? or is she so sad that she is crying? maybe she will be bursting out in tears any second. When she finally got back in her chair, we stared at her with concern. she continued to laugh with her head down and then picked it up and said "its like two grasshoppers trying to move a buffalo!". she was utterly tickled by the whole situation. i dont get it. she finds amusement in everything and cherishes every moment with us.
Grandma is so sarcastic. my whole family has a good sense of humor and now i know that it came from my grandma. she sleeps a lot right now. i was over at my aunts helping Bonnie and my mom take care of her for the night. 10 o'clock finally rolled around and i was tired. i looked in her room at her. she looked to fragile and sweet. my little grandma. my heart started to hurt. the woman who helped raise me, the strong person who always said what was on her mind, the woman who raised three strong, courageous, loving, and kind daughters, almost by herself. and a son who has become so successful that he chooses to live in two states at one time. look at her so weak and vulnerable. i decided i would wake her to say goodbye. i like to pull on her toes when she is sleeping. i went in gently,
trying not to startle this little vulnerable person. i pulled on her toe and slowly came close to her face. she opened her eyes at me and i smiled. i whispered "im leaving now". she said "why?". and i thought "poor grandma doesnt want me to leave and doesnt even understand how late it is". "because it is 10 o'clock at night and i am very tired", i said. she looked me right in the eye with a seriousness and said "bologna! your going dancing." then she smiled and my heart felt warm. why is it that when i should be making my grandma feel better, she is constantly making life a little easier for me?
My grandma has to be one of the strongest women i have ever met. she is handling all of this with so much grace. unlike the rest of us who are crabby, frustrated, bitter, and sad. she laughs a lot. even when i want to cry she laughs. yesterday christi and i had to help her go to the bathroom. we had never done this before and we were both a little nervous...."what if we cant hold her up?. what if she falls?. oh i cant see her like this"....but we did it because we love her and had too. while we were helping her back into her chair, she started laughing hysterically. christi and i looked at each other in shock. is this it? has she lost her sense? has her old age finally caught up with her mind like it has her body? or is she so sad that she is crying? maybe she will be bursting out in tears any second. When she finally got back in her chair, we stared at her with concern. she continued to laugh with her head down and then picked it up and said "its like two grasshoppers trying to move a buffalo!". she was utterly tickled by the whole situation. i dont get it. she finds amusement in everything and cherishes every moment with us.
Grandma is so sarcastic. my whole family has a good sense of humor and now i know that it came from my grandma. she sleeps a lot right now. i was over at my aunts helping Bonnie and my mom take care of her for the night. 10 o'clock finally rolled around and i was tired. i looked in her room at her. she looked to fragile and sweet. my little grandma. my heart started to hurt. the woman who helped raise me, the strong person who always said what was on her mind, the woman who raised three strong, courageous, loving, and kind daughters, almost by herself. and a son who has become so successful that he chooses to live in two states at one time. look at her so weak and vulnerable. i decided i would wake her to say goodbye. i like to pull on her toes when she is sleeping. i went in gently,
trying not to startle this little vulnerable person. i pulled on her toe and slowly came close to her face. she opened her eyes at me and i smiled. i whispered "im leaving now". she said "why?". and i thought "poor grandma doesnt want me to leave and doesnt even understand how late it is". "because it is 10 o'clock at night and i am very tired", i said. she looked me right in the eye with a seriousness and said "bologna! your going dancing." then she smiled and my heart felt warm. why is it that when i should be making my grandma feel better, she is constantly making life a little easier for me?