That was a crazy Christmas season. Gram had begun to show signs of dimentia, but she had it stuck in her head that she was going to have a hip replacement to make her arthritis pain go away. Thankfully, she was right. She needed a hip replacement. So we scheduled it knowing that no doctor worth his salt would just release her to her own care. My dear Aunt spent the month leading up to the surgery at home with Gram taking care of her, but she had to take off in a rush the day after because she and my Uncle were closing on a new condo, which all had to be arranged remotely while caring for her mother. Mom and Dad were living in Maryland and Mom was still working, so they were unable to get away, and my other Uncle lives with his wife in Florida.
So …
I was up to bat. I hated hospitals then even more than I do now since I’ve gotten used to them in the past few years. But I love/d my Gram more than life itself, so I sat with her, kept her safe (since she kept trying to get up and was having trouble communicating), and made sure everything got taken care of. Nobody doubted that the long hours that I put in were the hardest part of what we were dealing with. And when Mom and Dad finally got here, Mom just held me and said “You’re not going to the hospital today. You’re going to stay here and relax.” So I did.
Christmas quickly followed and Dad wanted something special, so he got me this ring that he knew I had seen and loved. And I do. And Mom has a very similar one (without the pink, of course! 😜).
Yesterday, we stopped at my apartment to pick up some stuff and check on the kitties. I was absentmindedly rifling thru my jewelry and came across it. Then just this morning I looked up at-home silver polish ideas and cleaned it up with, of all things, toothpaste. Worked like a charm.
I love it. I love my Daddy. And I love my Gram.
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