Yesterday, I took my Grandma Hazel to the doctor's office so that she could have some lab work done. While we were there, she introduced me to a man who happened to be there. Jim lives at the same assisted living home as Grandma. He was a friendly guy who was toting a hand held oxygen tank along with him.
"That there," said Jim, pointing at Grandma, "is 'Pretty Hazel'. There's another Hazel at the home and we call her 'Happy Hazel'."
Grandma just smiled a shy, pleased smile.
After Jim left, she leaned over toward me and whispered, "His eyesight is going."
(I have to wonder if 'Happy Hazel' knows that Grammy is 'Pretty Hazel'. If she finds out, 'Happy Hazel' might morph into 'Embittered Hazel'.)
3 comments:
so funny. it is like a scene out of "grumpy old men" or something. please bring more "elderly" stories. very entertaining.
Haha that is so cute! Kinda makes me think...I wonder what they would label any of us in that home? :)
What a blessing you driving her places must be!
That is too cute! You are sooo lucky to have this time with your grandma... I was doing the same thing as you for years until last year... I miss my grandma.
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