06.09.10
Grateful for the Little Things
So my Grandmother had a fall last week. I don’t take such things lightly. People die from those. Thank God she only fell on her shoulder. Still, at the age of 97, it was enough to have her checked into a hospital. Obviously, my family was very concerned. I felt better by Saturday though when she started saying she wanted to go home and wondered what she was doing there, but her voice sounded rather weak the next day when she finally made it back home. I was especially concerned when I found out she had slept through both breakfast and lunch. However, I was very relieved after talking to her today.
“How are you doing?”
I asked the words with trepidation, afraid she might not be feeling like her old self, excuse the pun.
“Fine,” she quipped. “How are you doing?”
She asked the question as if to say why do you ask? We didn’t talk for long. I never keep her on the phone long when she has “company,” often a family member visiting, as she did today.
“I’ll let you go, Grandmother,” I told her. “Love you.”
Her response was to put the phone down. Well, at least she didn’t hang up this time. One thing’s for sure. Grandma is back.
