Gram with my father and Aunt, Wilbraham, Massachusetts.
She always hated this shot, and said it made her hair look as red as Lucille Ball's. taken while on a Cruise we took to Nova Scotia when I was about 20. That stupid rabbit would not leave her alone.
So today is my Gram's 82nd birthday. My friend and I took her to dinner last night, and my family will celebrate properly on Sunday afternoon at my Aunt's who will host a barbecue pool party with my children and relatives. It should be fun, Gram loves to swim, and of course spending time with my sons.
I have always been incredibly close to my Gram, primarily because I am her only grandchild, but secondly because my late father was her eldest (of two) children, her favorite who passed away at the age of 41. I was 15 when he died, and needless to say it was a very traumatic period of my life, as it was for her. She adored my father, and she has always said there was never a loss greater than the day he left us. She was my rock and I was hers.
Gram began failing mentally about 8 years ago. It's been somewhat gradual, but she has very little short term memory now, although she can recant events of 20, 40, 60 years ago with amazing clarity. It's typical from what I understand, given her condition. I feel in so many ways that I have lost a friend, while we are still as close as possible, I can't confide in her any longer or reach out for her opinion, which I always have in the past. She becomes moody, arrogant and even rude on occasion, but once again, this is typical. Physically she is as healthy as a woman 20 years her junior, which is something to be thankful for in any case.
Oh and you wan't to hear something really weird?
My biological Grandmother
was born the exact same day and year in the SAME City (Springfield, MA. July 28, 1924) as my Gram. It's just too weird. I never checked to see if it was the same hospital but that would be bizarre. In any case............
CRANK CALL FRIDAY
today's call is of unknown origin, well what I mean to say I have no idea who made it or what it's from, but it's pretty funny (I think).
Poor elderly Bill has become confused and lost so he calls a shelter to get some help. Judy has the most difficult time convincing him not to walk across a busy street, cars honking. Hysterical!!
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