The day after Zoe's friends fiasco my Mom sends me a text that says that she is waiting in Spectrum's waiting room because Grandpa ran a red light and is injured but not critical. My heart sank. When I first read that I thought of my Dad and she was referring to him as Grandpa for the kids... but then I thought, "What could hit a semi and have the semi driver be injured?" So, then I texted back to make sure that it was in fact my Grandpa and not Dad and it was. Not that it makes it any better, but I just had to know what sort of emotional heartache I was in for.
Turns out my Grandpa was driving downtown and ran a red light. He had to get some staples in his head, his ear and now he is in a back/neck brace. :( They kept him over night to make sure that all was well... no concussions or anything like that. His truck is totaled, and my parents are thinking that his license will be taken away. Fortunately the person that he hit wasn't injured at all, didn't even go to the hospital. And he's going to be pissed as hell when they take his license but it's for everybody's safety.
He used to be a farmer so he is tough as nails. Used to fixing things when they broke, and doing everything on his own... and now he can't. We think he has a form of dementia and he's got a temper to boot. Makes life hard for Grandma, which makes life hard for Mom. I know I joke when I'm sore and I say, "It's tough getting old" but, it really is.
It just seemed like another thing that was piling on to my already frazzled psyche.
JVG
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