The Last Chapter

Graham,

Today, you have no pain.
Today, your arms aren't bruised.
Today, your legs work like they used to.
Today, you can eat all the black walnut ice cream and black licorice you want.
Today, you can reach up high with both arms.
Today, you get to see Dale again.
Today, you get to see your beautiful mom with the "raven black" hair.
Today, you are surrounded by probably too many animals that have been awaiting your arrival.
Today, you can see well enough to enjoy the view and read a book.
Today, you can read a book or article top to bottom and remember it.
Today, you can breathe without coughing.
Today, your knee doesn't click anymore.
Today, you can wear red and purple together -- you can dress yourself again.
Today, your teeth are pretty and white and all accounted for.

I hope you are eating oranges with Grandpa under a tree.
I hope you are laughing, smiling, singing something ridiculous.
I hope you get to fly -- in an airplane or in some kind of supernatural, angel-y way.
I hope you're having a good, long talk with your mom.
I hope you're petting Oscar. And Shaggy. And Tiger. And Ring. And Cocoa. And...and...and...
I hope you feel loved.

I love you so dearly. Thank you for the lifetime of love, laughter, and crazy.

All my love,
Libby

OhKay,So

I set out chips, salsa, and queso for a snack.

Grandma, re queso: I don't like that. You can take that away. (Shoves it toward me.)
Me: I'll just leave that there.

(5 mins later)

Grandma: What's that good on? (Points to queso.)
Me: Chips
Grandma: Well, I'll try it. (Tastes it, loves it, cleans out the bowl.)

Oh Alzheimer's, you slay me.
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Awww...

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Cute Lies

A friend of mine told me today that they had to put her grandmother in a home years ago (Alzheimer's, I believe). They told her the home was a hotel, and she spent three years "holidaying" there. Happy as a lark.

Cute.

Dead Dogs/Furniture

I had no choice but to "Aww..." and "Oh my..." and "Oh dear..." and laugh hysterically at my mom's latest blog post about living with Graham Cracker. It's so sad, it's funny; it's so funny, it's sad.

Here's the link.

What a trip!

Update of Sorts

Well, she successfully made it to OKC. Her dog caused all kinds of problems on his way, though. That's a long story I'll let J sort out at some point. But evidently, as per B, she's still complaining about her dog arriving. B reminds her, the dog was ill, so J brought him to her, but she forgets that part over and over, and just complains about him being there over and over.

So I'm wondering how she's going to do with her furniture arriving. Which is happening as I type this. I sure hope M2 is right in thinking she won't notice. That would be great!!

Act I, Scene I

Grandma's in Oklahoma.
Her stuff is on a truck, on its way.
Shaggy is in Oklahoma.
Grandma is happy to see B and S.
Grandma likes her room and her bed.

[Cast passes out from exhaustion.]

.....and SCENE.

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