Old Timers

Though memories will fade over time, Sadie's been very lucky to have at least known some of her great grandparents. This past week, we lost Gramps (my dad's father) at the ripe, very old age of 99. Sadie saw him last in July for his 99th birthday - and that caught on like fire. She called him her "99 Grandpa". And for a man who hasn't been able to recognize me in 20 years because he gets all of us girls confused (9 granddaughters, no grandsons - much to his dismay) - he knew all about Sadie and the boy that's growing in my belly.

I saw Gramps on September 11th, when when was admitted into hospice. He was still in good spirits, quite talkative - but ready to be on his way to the next adventure. He passed away 6 days later. I'm so grateful for that last time spent with him...as he suggested I don't name my son Adolph and tried squeezing my hand so hard that it would "bring me to my knees."

My other grandfather (aka Grandfather - my mom's father) just turned 90 last week too. We went to visit him in the Soldier's Home - a big old-fashioned Polish get together in his honor.

Though he's been suffering from dimentia for a few years now, he had sparks of knowing who was there - but refused to believe that he was turning 90 (conspiracy!). Then again, he didn't turn away the gourment cupcake when offered either...