Over Thanksgiving break my dad told me that he wanted to drive down to Oklahoma to see my grandma (his mom). I think I am going to end up going along with him for the short trip because I haven’t seen my grandma in four and a half years. When I went to visit Oklahoma last time, my grandpa was still alive. He didn’t remember any of us except for dad sometimes. It was hard to see him because he didn’t know who we were or what we were doing there. When I tried talking to him he would talk about my dad and I would have to tell my grandpa that I was Dan’s daughter, his granddaughter. But he couldn’t comprehend it. He was very old and wearing down. It was hard for him to walk. One morning while we were visiting he came out wearing four shirts because he had forgotten he already got dressed and he kept getting dressed over and over again. My grandpa really liked showing off though. At this time, my grandparents were living with my aunt in Oklahoma at her house with 3 dogs. My grandpa LOVED the dogs. He would always try to get the dogs to show us tricks. Several times a day he would show us the tricks because he “had something new to show us!” He was very excited about it every time. I was happy seeing my grandpa smile. But I also felt conflicted because every day was a struggle for him and I felt bad for him. Over Christmas Break, when I go with my dad to visit my grandma in the nursing home, I think it will be very difficult. My grandma is now 97 years old. They say every Thursday she gets her hair done and that makes her perkier, which makes me smile. But I’m concerned that I will have a hard time visiting her and seeing what she is like. It will be even harder because my dad and I don’t really talk about our feelings together much, so I’m not sure how the two of us will react. I'm afraid to go but I think it is important that I do go see my grandma.
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