home is where the heart is
my grandma is 80 years old and she doesn't have a home of her own. she has been displaced since shortly after her [several] strokes; bouncing from one relative to the next because she shouldn't live on her own. the constant state of transition is tiring for someone who just wants to settle in and watch some t.v. in her own chair. i've offered numerous times for her to come live with us, but i know it would be more of the same unrest for her weary [and extremely independent] soul. sadder still is the fact that she has been monetarily taken advantage of by those same relatives. she is old. she is tired. she is often bitter. but she is my grandma and I pray that she will find home soon.
posted by Kassi Gilbert @ 12:21 PM
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She desperately wants her own space, which would not entail 2 grandchildren, 3 great grandchildren, a dog, and a cat.
(Not meaning to mock your pain...)
It COULD be worse.....
At least the fish died.
--Kim R
My grandma is very partial to fish, it would only make her more despondant to know that the quietest and most amicable of the Gilbert clan went belly up.
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