Yesterday was a beautiful day. Exactly the type of day that Grampa would have loved to be a part of. And he was. Family gathered and cried and laughed... Read More
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… on my missing piece
Every day, twice a day, for three weeks exactly, to the day… I would go to the hospital where Grampa, my Old Yankee Man, was staying. Every day, twice... Read More
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… on ports and storms and stuff
Lately, it’s been stormy. Grampa has been in the hospital for two weeks now, and the weeks before that were not pretty, nor very pleasant. And we’ve weathered crushing waves... Read More
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… on the homicidal advocate
That’s me. The Homicidal Advocate. Oh, you thought I meant that’s me in the pic right there? No. That’s Grampa right there. Doing a puzzle with me, actually. Looking... Read More
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… on a new job with an old man
Over the weekend, Grampa had a particularly tough morning. His sleeping has been all turned around for quite some time, and he had been up most of the night... Read More
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… on flashes of moments
Many of the most emotionally challenging times in my life are, in my mind’s eye, made up of flashes of moments. Sure, when I focus, I can recall threads... Read More
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… on schedules distrupted
On Wednesday, Grampa went into the hospital to investigate what it happening with him, and when Granny and I came home that night, we were both absolutely exhausted. For... Read More
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… on the geriatric investigation service
My new boyfriend carries his comb in his hair. Seriously. And I don’t mean one of those cool combs that looks great in a ‘fro, or recently Toni-permed hair.... Read More
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… on a gift in a storm
Bette Davis was onto something when she said, “Getting old ain’t for sissies.” In addition to struggling to be eighty-six and, well, just being Grampa, there is more lately.... Read More
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… on raising grampa
That’s First Dinner, with Mac, Sam, and Grampa circa 1998. For a long time, we couldn’t figure out why Mac and Sam never really ate their dinner. Then we... Read More
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… on a spring-y delight
Way back last year The first flake fell And just like that Poof! Winter’s spell. First, such beauty A world aglow Sunlight, moonlight cast soft on snow Then… Blizzard warnings... Read More
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… on examples and lessons
One of the massive benefits of JoHn being the youngest child was that his sisters and brother all had kids before we did, so we got to watch them... Read More