My grandmother was telling me about the old days and she was remembering when her children were small like mine. She was reminising and happily telling me of what they had and didn't have and how many new things we have now. She said they didn't have much but they sure were happy. And with that thought, she turned and left the room and suddenly broke into song... I stopped and looked around and watched her walk down the hallway singing her little heart out. I had to laugh to myself and suddenly felt I was living in a musical or something. Like grandma gave her last thought and then the band started up and off she went, singing away. It was hysterical! The boys loved it too. They love the old songs she comes up with and she has been teaching them some of them. 'Someone's in the Kitchen with Dina' is my oldest son's favorite!
This past week I have been babysitting my nephew since he has been on summer break from school. There has been some extra noise in the house and some added stress on grandma because he is one more kid for her to tell how to play. And then Miss Kitty died. She was the stray cat grandma and I rescued more than a decade ago. We woke up the other morning and she lay there in the front yard and wasn't breathing. This has been very stressful for grandma. She can't get the details straight on when the cat died and she tells a random story to people that is completely NOT true. And then, Friday night, after this stressful week, grandma asks me how many kids do I have? The four of us, grandma, the boys and myself, were all seated around the table eating our dinner and she asks me how many kids are mine? I looked up and she was completely serious. It was sad. I told her these two are mine and that is all I have. She said she thought that was true but was also thinking I had a third...my nephew. I told her no, he actually belongs to my sister. I comforted her with the fact that I had been babysitting him a lot this week and she probably just got confused because he had been here so much.
She is getting worse.
I was watching her during dinner one night this week and she has started looking really old. She is looking more feeble. She stumbles more when she walks, her memory is getting worse. She loses things immediately now. I ran an errand and was gone for ten minutes and she was completely paniced when I got home. She had forgotten where I had gone and was thinking I had been gone all night and she hadn't taken her medication. The pills were out on the bar and she had already taken them. I had been home all evening and told her I was running to my parents' house but she had gotten completely confused in the few minutes I was gone.
She is getting worse...
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