Gram was like no other (well, except Mom).
I remember when I fell and put my head through the glass door at home, she tried to catch me. An little 80–something catching an albeit little 25-year-old. As I recall I ducked out of the way. She then made light of the fall, which I was not in the mood for.
She was great.
But she had one flaw that annoyed me no end. Still does, in fact.
She would compare our situations, ignoring that one of us was 90, one 30.
All the annoyance came rushing back the other day when I asked my doctor if either of the specialists she recommended had experience with people in chairs.
Yes, the elderly, she replied.
IT’S NOT THE SAME.
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