We Are Family
After my grandmother died, my grandfather’ health deteriorated quickly. Ravaged by Alzhemier’s, he lived with us until he died, when my parents had him cremated. My mother decided to have him buried at a national cemetery in Biloxi since he was a World War II veteran, but they weren’t sure exactly when they’d make it over there. So his ashes hung around for a little while.
A few months later, my father and I were running an errand to Walmart, and he couldn’t find a parking space. He pulled into a handiapped parking space and pulled out my grandfather’s handicapped sticker.
“Dad! You can’t do that!”
“Sure I can. Your grandpa’s in the glovebox.”
March 31st, 2009 at 8:37 pm
lol, beautfiul.
I had a grandpa with Alzhemier’s as well… also in that direction (Mobile). Once, my cousin and I were talking to the nurse as my grandpa unzipped his pants and starting pissing on my grandma’s new fancy rug. My grandma was in the adjoining kitchen at the time, in plain view, but didn’t notice (might have been on the phone). We immediately stopped my grandpa and showed him to the bathroom. The nurse quickly cleaned it up… then shifted the couch a little to cover up the spot.
To this day, my grandma doesn’t know about that.