Aged Love

Tonight was my grandma's birthday on my dad's side- My family attended a cake and ice cream get together with the rest of the family. There were a few aunts and uncles there, several cousins' kids- and of course the grandparents.

Now this story would not make sense without a little background information. My grandpa is really sick and has been for some time. He is starting to look old- he no longer remembers who we really are, he falls and hurts himself a lot, and he is just seeing the affects of age setting in heavy. Well with all of these problems, you need a solid support.

A few months back, he went walking at the Provo Town Center Mall as most elder folks do. He was simply riding down the stairs on the escalator and he lost his balance and fell nearly the whole length of the stairs. A customer service rep at the bottom of the stairs quickly came to his aid. They found his cell phone and called my grandmother- who came to his rescue. They checked him into a hospital where the doctors kept him for a few days- seeing as this was, at least the 3rd serious fall in the week. When my parents told me this- I started thinking about old age. I always said I always wanted to die young, but tonight really made me start to reconsider.

My grandpa walked into the room with a huge bouquet of white flowers- daisies, roses, and carnations. It had plenty of greenery and baby's breath. It was so sweet. I watched him as he came into the room, cane in one hand, flowers in the other- smiling at her. He handed her those flowers and just simply wished her a happy birthday. I was all teary eyed- stupid I know, but you should have seen the love there.

I don't know how it happens- But every now and then I find a real reason to smile. I pray for them as they continue on. I don't think I am ready to loose them- so I need them to be around for a while longer. I love them though, although my family doesn't spend lots of time there- I am blessed to have amazing grandparents in my life.