I am currently sitting in a hospital room. I am not here for me…even though I am accident prone enough that I probably should have wound up in here many times. Luckily that hasn’t happened though.
My Grandmother just had back surgery this morning. So here I sit in Wesley Long, my Grandmother was having breathing problems after the surgery. There is an occasional beeping noise in the background that just sounded that tells when her oxygen level dips.
My Grandmother has always been energetic, just three years ago she was dragging my oldest sister around New York while my sister struggled to keep up. When she hit 80 this year she started admitting, “I can feel all 80 of my years.” This is starting to make me realize the mortality of my Grandparents; it seems that they are becoming more and more frail every time I see them. I am hoping this back surgery will allow her more freedom so she won’t be as limited and in as much pain as she has been in the past. She has always been the one who ties the family together.
This March my Grandparents made a tough and rushed decision. They decided to move out of their home of 41 years and into a retirement community. They moved this summer and I can’t say it was fun moving and sorting through all the furniture, newspapers clippings, and office supplies my Grandfather collected over the years (giving him 4,000 sq. ft. to store stuff gave him a LOT of leeway). The move was for the best, my Grandfather was having trouble walking up the stairs.
They have settled into a small house at River Landing and enjoy it there. When my Grandfather was first asked how he liked the new house he would reply with a big smile and just say , “it’s a little small.” My Grandfather has this way of joking that seems like he has an big inside joke the only thing is he is the only one in on it.
My Grandfather is hilarious; He is always making jokes even though a lot of times they don’t make sense to anyone but him. It just is tough on him because he is extremely hard of hearing. When the whole family gets together which includes 16 grandchildren, 5 aunts, 5 uncles, and my grandparents my Grandfather winds up being left in a chair left out of the conversation. I take this time to sit with and talk to my Grandfather. I have grown close to him in the past year or so.
He is used to being in control of everything; he used to be the head of radiology here at Wesley Long. He doesn’t normally respect or listen to anyone when they are explaining things to him. When I explain things about computers he actually listens because it is something he doesn’t know much about the use of. He reads up on computers so he can talk to me about them. He even cuts out newspaper clippings on them for me writes my name on them. He saves them in a basket for me until the next time I see him.
My Grandparents are getting older and it is something I am going to have to face. Moments like this make me realize I can’t take them for granted and have to enjoy my time with them.
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