My Grandma passed away on the 31st of Jan. I spent a week in Colorado, helping with preparations and then attending the funeral. Within three weeks my Grandpa lost his wife of sixty years, his house of thirty years, and his home state. You see, he needed to be out here with family so they could take care of him. They brought him over yesterday.
I went to visit him tonight. He was distraught and tired and aching. He didn't understand where he was, and why they had put him there. The plan is keeping him in this truly wonderful facility that is small and personable where all the meals are home cooked and his walls are painted a soft butter yellow. Pictures of my Grandma hang on the wall.
We sat on his old blue sofa in his living area and I patted his hand when he began to moan, or ask why he was not at home. "Why am I here?" was the oft repeated question. I told him that he was here to be closer to his family, then I named all his children and added that his grandchildren were here as well. He then said, "Well, that sounds alright." One of us will be with him at all times for awhile, the problem is he doesn't remember who his grandchildren are. Just more strangers.
"I am your Granddaughter." I said at one point.
He looked and smiled, "That's great!"
"And I love you."
"I love you, too."
Later, after my aunt and I had put him into bed, I leaned over and kissed his cheek before going. Opening his eyes, he smiled and said, "Do I get to kiss your nose?"
"Yes." I leaned forward and he kissed my nose. "I love you, Grandpa."
"I love you too little lady."