Sep 30 2003
My mother called me last night at 9:00 PM, which is pretty unusual in and of itself. She never calls me that late. We made small talk for awhile and I noticed that she sounded a little subdued and quieter than usual. After we’d chatted for about 10 minutes she told me the real reason that she was calling.
She had just gotten off the phone with my Grandma and my sister before she called me. Grandma isn’t feeling too well — she told my mother that she’s tired all the time and she can’t get her hands and feet warm. That worries me. My Grandma is usually very up-and-at-em and if she does feel a bit run down she hardly ever mentions it to anyone. So, my feeling is that she must be feeling really poorly for her to mention it to my mom. I think Mom felt the same way because she asked me to go and check on Grandma today and make sure she was all right.
So, I’m taking the afternoon off and going out to Grandma’s to see how she is, and also to do some winterizing on her house. I need to put her storm window into her front door and close the vents in the foundation of her house. My sister said that she is going to go out there as well. I just hope we can fool Grandma into thinking we just stopped by because she’ll be pissed off if she found out that my Mom called us both and sent us over there.
But you know, I feel bad that I haven’t been back over there since last weekend. Now that I’m all worried about it, I realize that regardless of how energetic and tough my Grandma is, she’s still old. She’s healthy, but she’s old. My Grandpa died of lung cancer — we had a pretty good idea of when he was going to die so we could prepare. But I don’t think that will be what happens with Grandma. And that’s why I need to start spending more time with her. I don’t know how much time we could have left.
And isn’t that a cheerful thought? I don’t mean to sound like a Negative Nancy, just too worried about everything.