In November of 2008, my grandmother came to Knoxville, TN, supposedly for a short visit. Little did I know that I had been lied to and she is now living with us until her inevitable demise. She is incredibly hard of hearing, rude, and has dementia. Thus, my family must write on dry erase boards in order to communicate with her. My family consists of my mother (Mary), my father (Bob), my brother (Robbie), and our dog Axl. We are all rather tired with all of this, and often it shows in the notes. I recently decided to create a blog of them to share them with the world. This is that blog.
it's kinda funny to read how u communicate with ur grandmother .
ReplyDeleteI like it :)