Last week marked my first turn "grammysitting." My sweet grammy is suffering from Parkinson's and her three amazing kids and husband consented to letting the grand-daughters in on the action of helping care for her. My first round seemed more like the old social visits, just a little slower and quieter. Some would rather not have to see the decline of someone they love, but having loved and lost my paternal grandmother less than six months ago, I feel different. I am relishing all the time I can have with my grammy because it might not be long before she doesn't want me to read to her or rub her hands or try to make her laugh with all my antics, all of which I can still do for her. On top of all that bonding, I got to sit with my grandfather after she went to bed and hear firsthand the stories I love about him. I love that he still loves grammy and remembers her strength even when she is weak. I don't know if I could conquer her brand of adversity with so much grace, but I appreciate the legacy already.
2 comments:
That is so sweet and powerfully inspirational. Thanks for sharing this. I felt the same way about my Grandpa. It is easy to feel... well, uneasy, but if we just push past that, something very wonderful can happen.
Wonderful. Thank you for this tonight.
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