Just to tell a quick story that’s a testimony to why I love my grandma so much: My Uncle Lou went to get the car, my grandpa went to find him, my aunt was doing whatever she was doing and I was with my grandma, her physical therapist & her nurse. We were waiting to get her into the car home & it was freezing outside. Grandma was still relatively groggy from the anithesea & in pain from surgery. We’re waiting outside for my uncle to be able to get the car right in front. Grandma’s in her wheelchair. Aunt Anne had put her scarf around her neck & laid her coat in front of her to cover her from the cold. Does Grandma notice the cold? No. She turns to her nurse & asks, “Would you like to wear my coat til my son gets here? It’s very cold outside & you’re not wearing anything, you must be cold. Take my coat.”
I had to turn away upon hearing this because I almost burst into tears. That’s what I want to be like. So selfless that when I’m in obvious pain & about to be discharged from the hospital to worry whether or not the woman who’s pushing my wheelchair is cold.
My grandma rocks.
P.S. She also woke up a Democrat. For anyone who knows my extremely conservative, Catholic, Republican family, this is strange. But regardless, in the car on the way home from NYC, Grandma says, “I like that Barack Obama guy. I’d vote for him if he ran for President. I’d vote for him over any of these jackass Republican candidates. Except Hillary. I’d vote for anyone over here. But if it’s not her next election, I’m voting Democrat.”
All we need now is my dad to vote Democrat & I think hell will freeze over.
