Grandparents

A book my mom recently bought.

My Dad's Dad is nearing 95 and my Mom's Mom is 86. Pap recently (we think) had a mini-stroke and hasn't been doing too fantastic. He's not bad, but he's getting older and it's hard to really think of what 95 means. (Okay, we KNOW what it means - it means he's 95 and it's not like we have an endless amount of time with him left, even under the best of circumstances. Then again, we thought he'd die a decade ago, shortly after my Grandma Shaffer died - and boy, were we wrong.)

My Grandma wasn't doing too well tonight either. She spending the night with us, because she keeps having visions. She keeps seeing men in her house, following her, and it's upset her to the point that she couldn't sleep there so she'll be spending the night on our couch.

Now, before you call me a bitch - she doesn't WANT to sleep in my bed. She hates my bed, actually. And would rather sleep on the couch. But thanks for judging.

As crazy as they drive me at times though, and as much of a burden (AT TIMES) as it has been on both of my parents - I've really been lucky to grow up so close to my grandparents. With my mom's parents across the street and my dad's parents down the street for most of my life, I never had to grow up without them, like a lot of kids anymore.