The Day Before It Goes Down
Tomorrow is the day they’re supposed to take my grandmother to a nursing home. I’m really more mixed about this than I thought I would be, which surprises me. I want her to go, but I don’t want it, at the same time. I feel a little sorry for Nanny, honestly. I don’t know if she has ANY IDEA what’s ahead for her. I’m sure not going to tell her. She wouldn’t believe ME anyway.
I can just hear it in future visits : "Des bitch had dinner vit de mayor and had me locked avay!"
She’ll probably accuse my wife of doing this, when it was a neighborhood effort.
Not much else to say, except I’m feeling antsy about tomorrow.
Love to all,
Jack
I hate it that our grandma’s have to get old. I wish they could stay the way they were when we were kids. You know when they were always baking things and being nice I just hate it that we all have to age. That part of life sucks 🙁
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