Grandma

I went by to see my Grandma yesterday after work and to pick up a few more things from her house.  Mostly my scrap-booking stuff, pictures, and what not.  I love going through all my old pictures!  I'm working on getting my scanner up again so I can upload them to facebook.  I have friends waiting on me.  I guess I'm not the only one who loves old pictures :)  I felt down and moody yesterday and a little today too.  I can't put my finger on why.  I'm hoping its just the normal girly stuff.  But looking back at those pictures at least made me smile and laugh. 

Speaking of my Grandma it seems like her memory and health are not getting better.  My mom took her to the doctor and she couldn't tell him the year (she guessed 2008 or 2009) and also when he questioned her about "that terrorist act back in 2001" she didn't know anything of it.  When he asked what it was called she said "Well what you just said that those terrorists attacked us." He was looking for her to mention 911 of course.  I think my family and I will start alternating the days we go by and check on her.  It will eventually get to the point she can't stay there alone.  She can barely keep up with the cleaning and all right now.  I notice she is normally in the same clothes and often they seem to be dirty.  She also keeps letting those damn cats in that continue to piss on everything.  It didn't smell as bad as it has in the past but still very noticeable.  I sometimes think maybe I should move back in with her but that might cost me my sanity.  Which I kinda need these days.  I love her dearly and just hope she can live alone until....well....I don't want to say it.  She would never want to leave that house and would fight us tooth and nail I'm sure.  If it came down to it I would probably sacrifice my sanity to make sure she didn't have to leave.  I would hate seeing her in a home just as much as she would hate being there. 

I worry about my mom as well.  Grandma seems to give her the hardest time.  Always fighting her when she is trying to help.  Luckily Grandma usually gives in before my mom does.  But either way it takes a toll on my mom.  I guess we will know sooner than later about what will need to be done though.  Its so strange to talk about my Grandma like she is a child.  Kind of scary even.  Even scarier that eventually my parents and even I could be in that same situation.  Getting old is the pits!  I guess I have to live by the saying...If you aren't getting older than your dead.  That makes me feel better...kinda.