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Home On The Range
 

The BF and I drove home to Va with the dogs. We secured the fence as best as we could where the escape attempt was suspected. I guess I just have to hope for the best.

My mom heads to the bank tomorrow, I so hope that the birth certificate is there. If it is then it’s a three hour drive up to Jersey to get my liscence and a three hour drive back. If it’s not, it’s even MORE driving. It won’t be pretty and I’m not even the one driving.

Meanwhile the past two nights I have had dreams about my grandmother, my last living grandparent. She has Alzheimer’s pretty bad. Last time I saw her she didn’t know who I was. My relatives reminded her, but within fifteen minutes she had forgotten. She sat there and told me various stories about her family, it was sad.

The fact that I’m all of the sudden dreaming about her has me worried. I’m fearing a phone call soon that she’s passed.

Dustin

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2 Responses to “Home On The Range”

January 16th, 2007 at 12:31 am
 
Aravis Says:

Dustin, I get that feeling. My grandmother has long since forgotten who I am. She knows that she knows my mother and sister because they work in the nursing home and see her all the time. But if I don’t go in with one of them, she’s a little nervous and confused. She was sick this weekend on her birthday and I was worried, as you are now. I hope that your grandmother is well and that your fears are unfounded. I’ll be thinking about her…

 
January 28th, 2007 at 4:44 pm
 
sioux Says:

Hi Dustin,
Have been reading your DOOL site for cpl yrs and just recently the chat room there. Fun stuff. I always enjoy your thoughts and here I am stalking your cruise blog. : )
Just wanted to say hang in there w/your gram. My grandmother passed away at Christmas in 99. She had alzheimers and was pretty far gone. Sadly, when she went, she didn’t remember any of us except somehow continued a bond with my grandfather and with her last breath, uttered his name. I wasn’t there, but there were a few other witnesses. All I do know is I’d catch the old Irish fire in her eyes or smile every so often and that kept me going. There were days when she’d be annoyed by me and others when she’d call me her angel. All in all, just try to enjoy the memory of who she was and respect the person she is now. No matter what comes out of her mouth, just remember that you are in her heart…always. I’m sure of it.