... Grannie fell and broke her hip. OR Grannies hip broke and she fell. We never have been able to figure out the exact sequence of events - and I always felt that it was important that we should. Anyway.
Here it is, a year later. A year and three operations later. Two on her hip - one a year ago, and the other two weeks ago. And one on her cervical spine (neck). She's back in the rehab unit she was in a year ago for the same reason - recovering from surgery on her hip.
Grannie is one tough old broad.
A friend of mine lost her mother a week ago. Suddenly. She wrote a post about how she's feeling right now. Her growing sense of loss. The slow realization she'll never talk to her Mom again. Reading it I ached for her and her pain.
And I thanked God that mine is still alive, in the Rehab Unit, getting better.
And I know that, at 85 years old, I'm not going to be able to keep her forever. But for now ... she's here and I love her to pieces.
Well, not too many pieces. She is, after all, one tough old broad. :)