My grandma lives with my mom, her daughter. It's just the two of them. Lately she's been forgetting who her daughter is. This is tough on my mom, as you can imagine. I worry about my mom.
I don't want nothing to happen to either of them. I stop in and see them every day I deliver mail. They happily greet me daily, along with the yapping dachshund duo.
When my grandpa's heart stopped they carried him out of my mom's house on a stretcher. My mom leaned over and through tears told her Dad she would take care of mom.
I saw that. That was 4 years ago.
Today I deliver mail and packages after a holiday. I don't know if I will make it to her house before 12:30. That's when they have to leave for the doctor to see what's going on.
I hope to.
11.12.25
