My sons have three great-grandparents. I am so glad that they have the opportunity to meet them and spend time with them. I remember meeting my great-grandma once, I remember being nervous going to visit her in a nursing home. Seeing her in a wheel-chair, standing in the corner. I remember swinging in my school playground crying when I found out she passed away. It was the first time I remember someone dying, the first time I knew about a nursing home...
Now grandparents are entering nursing homes. My grandma sold her home, the home she's been in my entire life. I didn't even get to say good-bye. I can still smell the house, but it isn't really there anymore. It is not the same knowing my grandma is not there. That she is living in a different town, in a space that doesn't have memories. It is a wonderful home, she is near family, she is loved, she is being well taken care of. But it's a transition, for all of us.
I am glad they are being taken care of, that family is nearby to see them, but it is still hard to see aging. Aging is hard.
I am so glad A and D have the chance to meet their great-grandparents. I am so grateful that I have had so much time with my grandma. I am glad to have had time to get to know Mr. K's grandparents. I hope we still have lots of time left.
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