My grandparents are two of the GREATEST people on the planet. They live in Chicago so unfortunately I don't get to see them as much as I'd like.
When I was in 1st grade my parents went through a bitter divorce and my mom ended up moving us from our home in Chicago to Arizona.
Things between my parents were pretty awful and we went through a lot of very hard times.
Throughout my childhood, the one thing that was always pleasant and consistent was my grandparents. My mom had no money whatsoever. My grandparents made sure we had everything we needed. They supplied all the clothes and shoes that my sister and brother and I needed. They sent us to summer camp, paid for all three of us to have braces and even bought us all the latest toys (anyone remember Pound Puppies?).
Aside from that, my grandparents were fun, loving and just wonderful people to be around.
They made sure they were a constant part of our lives, whether it was weekly phone calls, or regular trips to AZ, or flying us out to IL to see them. My grandparents made every effort to be a positive part of our lives when there weren't many others.
As an adult, my grandparents continued to be involved in everything. And now they are incredible great grandparents.
Through the years I always imagined that they would live forever. I knew logically this is not possible, but still believed it. Well now reality has hit.
In April my grandma was diagnosed with lung cancer. As soon as I found out I knew in my heart that this was the beginning of the end. I flew out there a few weeks later to see them. I really wanted to see her before she began treatment. It was a great trip and I was sure to take LOTS of pictures.
Well, here we are two months later and Grandma is not doing well. She went through radiation which has pretty much damaged her lungs beyond repair. She has been sick and miserable for two months now. In and out of the hospital, unable to eat or breathe well.
The latest hospitalization is due to pneumonia. Despite all the radiation she had, her tumor has grown and now she has another one. Not a good outlook.
It is not easy for her to talk, her voice is raspy and she's on oxygen. I was able to talk to her on July 4th, which happens to be her birthday. She sounded awful. Yet the first thing she asked was "How is Evan's leg?". I don't even know how she knew about what happened with Evan's foot that day, but that's Grandma!
This Friday I will be taking a trip to Chicago to see my grandparents. I have never gone there and not wanted to as much as I do now. I have never had a trip planned to see them and not been filled with excitement. I am dreading this trip. But I know I have to go. I know that time is running out.
Grandma & Papa