Well, we are in Missouri today. Mom, Dad, Elea, and I drove down in the motor home to pick up Grandma and Grandpa Strong after Grandpa broke his hip while they were on vacation. He seems to be in good spirits. I think he is just really excited and anxious to be going home. It is hard to see him so fragile, I'd never thought of him as fragile or breakable. He has such a strong personality I guess I just assumed he was just as strong physically.
I'm kind of worried that by the time I get back from Barcelona that one or both Grandpas may not be here to come back to. I don't like to think about it because I love them both very much and want to spend many more hours talking with them, hearing their stories and jokes, and just enjoying their company. But at the same time I can see that life, for them, has gone from a gift to be enjoyed to a burden to bare.
It is so wonderful to hear Grandpa joke and see him smile. His dementia has progressed quite a bit in the last couple months but his personality and humor are definitely still there. Every now and then he wakes up and reaches out to tickle my feet or play footsie with me. It's almost like he is trying to tell me that he is alright without words.
It's strange how when people are hurt or in trouble they don't worry about themselves but the people around them. This helps convince me that, no matter what some people say or how warped society is, people have a natural instinct to care for and help others.
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