Adam
12-13-02, 02:46 AM
My grandmother is now 93 years old. She used to be 5'10", now she's shrinking and wasting away, barely capable of feeding herself, rarely lucid. At the moment we've got her living in a nursing home justa round the corner. I visited her today, brought her a McDonalds fish burger (she loves them), and stayed to chat for a bit. The conversation started like this:
Grandma: "We're late, aren't we?"
Me: "Late for what?"
Grandma: "The cemetary."
Me: "Why would we be going there?"
Grandma: "To be buried."
Me: "Why would we be getting buried?"
Grandma: "Because we're dead."
Me: "Who is?"
Grandma: "All of us. Aren't we?"
Me: "I think you were dreaming, Grandma..."
Grandma: "Aren't we all dead?"
Me: "Dead people don't watch soap operas."
Half the time she can't distinguish between dreams and reality. Sometimes she forgets my Grandfather died ten years ago. Sometimes she can barely figure out her own name. It's been a very quick slide really, only the last year or so. She barely eats, but likes to down a sherry now and then. And by "now and then", I mean she does half a bottle every day. *shrug* She's old, she can drink if she wants. She has stated that she intends to die, and that she simply doesn't want to eat. We think she may not see christmas. We used to all gather at my grandparents' place for christmas lunch (including Grandma's trifle for the kids, which had about a litre and a half of sherry in it), but about ten years ago she started coming out to our farm for lunch instead, and dinner at her daughter's place. So this year we are still planning a BBQ and all for Grandma, but we're not sure if she'll make it that far. There's not really much we can do for her, for christmas, except hope she makes it.
On a happier note, my little brother and I are sending our parents on a short holiday to Tasmania to see their favourite singer in concert. It definitely drains the wallet...
Grandma: "We're late, aren't we?"
Me: "Late for what?"
Grandma: "The cemetary."
Me: "Why would we be going there?"
Grandma: "To be buried."
Me: "Why would we be getting buried?"
Grandma: "Because we're dead."
Me: "Who is?"
Grandma: "All of us. Aren't we?"
Me: "I think you were dreaming, Grandma..."
Grandma: "Aren't we all dead?"
Me: "Dead people don't watch soap operas."
Half the time she can't distinguish between dreams and reality. Sometimes she forgets my Grandfather died ten years ago. Sometimes she can barely figure out her own name. It's been a very quick slide really, only the last year or so. She barely eats, but likes to down a sherry now and then. And by "now and then", I mean she does half a bottle every day. *shrug* She's old, she can drink if she wants. She has stated that she intends to die, and that she simply doesn't want to eat. We think she may not see christmas. We used to all gather at my grandparents' place for christmas lunch (including Grandma's trifle for the kids, which had about a litre and a half of sherry in it), but about ten years ago she started coming out to our farm for lunch instead, and dinner at her daughter's place. So this year we are still planning a BBQ and all for Grandma, but we're not sure if she'll make it that far. There's not really much we can do for her, for christmas, except hope she makes it.
On a happier note, my little brother and I are sending our parents on a short holiday to Tasmania to see their favourite singer in concert. It definitely drains the wallet...