Grandma

Ed's Grandma, that is...

She's 92 and waiting. I won't say what she's waiting for; it's too heartbreaking.

Five years ago or so, Ed and I went to visit his grandparents and his mom. His grandpa was still alive and both Grandma and Grandpa were semi-active. As active as they could be at their ages.

Grandpa was a proud usher at their church and still drove them around. He grew up during the depression, so he was really thrifty. Ed, Grandpa and I went out one day for Ed's carne asade burrito. Grandpa decided to have one too. The things are HUGE. I think they put about a pound of beef in them. If you read two posts ago you'll read how big they are. Anyway... the burritos only cost a few bucks. We could see that Grandpa was full, but no way was he going to let any food go to waste. He ate the WHOLE thing.

And I'll never forget the day that Ed and I returned to the house to find 87 yr.-old Grandma climbing the Nectarine trees to pick the fruit. Of course we made her get down and we picked the fruit for her, but it was funny.

That visit was the last time we saw Grandpa. He passed away I think three years ago. Obviously, we have not been around Grandma much since we live on the other side of the states, but even in our phone conversations with her we've noticed a change. Those changes became painfully obvious to us during our visit.

She's no longer active and outgoing. She doesn't talk about the future anymore. She only talks about her friends who have passed on and about how she won't be around much longer. I don't think she says that because she is unhealthy. She appears VERY healthy. I think a part of her died when her husband of 65 years died.

It's just sad. We, of course, want her around for a long, long time. Her fingers have been pried off this world. It seems as though there's not much left here that she truly wants. She wants her husband. He's not here anymore.