I'm so blessed to still have three of my four grandparents in my life. At 27 years old, I know it's quite rare. I love them all so much and get a kick out of seeing them whenever I hit Mayberry.
My Grandma T., though, continues to get more senile everytime I see her. On Thanksgiving, it seemed even worse. From not hearing a word that was said to making up her own versions of stories to going on racist tirades, I found it very difficult to remain in my seat.
Frankly, it scared me. Both in the way that she's changing every day and in the way that I couldn't be more understanding. I don't want to remember feeling this way around her. She deserves more from me.
She is, after all, Granny Goodrich. :)
* She ALWAYS has lifesavers in her purse for us. ALWAYS.