“Grandma! Grandma! Where are we going?” I questioned with over pouring curiosity from the back seat. Grandma Garver smiled from the soft passenger seat of our tan MDX and replied, “We are going to let you and your sister meet someone at the assisted living home.” My heart suddenly fell. “So I just get to see old people in wheelchairs. Great.” I thought. “Although you may think it’s boring, she isn’t who you think she is. Get to know her.” Grandma added, almost reading my thoughts. The scorching hot day of July was baking me into boiled Melody as we drove to the Fountain Park Assisted Living and Memory Care in Ohio. As we drove to the near-back of the place, grandpa took off in one direction while my grandma, 8-year old sister Madison and I stayed by a massive clay-colored door, made of some type of reinforced
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“I am 92. Yes I am very old. Almost as old as time itself.” Then she chuckled, but I didn’t understand why. In that little 2-hour time, I learned that Maribel was a widow, loved grapefruit, had a 97 year old brother, had two canes, her electric wheelchair, plus a normal wheelchair, and had a knack for collecting jewelry. Heck, she even had two majorly stuffed-to-the-gills-with-jewelry dressers. Jenna was 35 years old in dog years. She was tiny, but larger than a chihuahua and had curly wool-like hair. “I love you great-great-aunt Maribel!” I squealed as I hugged her. In her always happy tone, she answered, “Just call me aunt Maribel. And I love you too!” I felt like I wanted to cry, because it seemed that my life was just trapped, then she came in, happy and jolly as can be, lifting me out of the holes I was always stuck in. I will always remember her, though just two days after she said if her brother was 98, she would at least make it to 95, she didn’t make it. I learned to enjoy the time you have with your family or friends before they
“I am 92. Yes I am very old. Almost as old as time itself.” Then she chuckled, but I didn’t understand why. In that little 2-hour time, I learned that Maribel was a widow, loved grapefruit, had a 97 year old brother, had two canes, her electric wheelchair, plus a normal wheelchair, and had a knack for collecting jewelry. Heck, she even had two majorly stuffed-to-the-gills-with-jewelry dressers. Jenna was 35 years old in dog years. She was tiny, but larger than a chihuahua and had curly wool-like hair. “I love you great-great-aunt Maribel!” I squealed as I hugged her. In her always happy tone, she answered, “Just call me aunt Maribel. And I love you too!” I felt like I wanted to cry, because it seemed that my life was just trapped, then she came in, happy and jolly as can be, lifting me out of the holes I was always stuck in. I will always remember her, though just two days after she said if her brother was 98, she would at least make it to 95, she didn’t make it. I learned to enjoy the time you have with your family or friends before they