Sunday my mom and I visited my grandfather, who is 96, on his farm. He and my grandmother have lived there for 60+ years.
My grandfather had just gotten out of a rehabilitation facility the previous Tuesday, he had been sick for a few weeks.
My grandmother has lived in a nursing home for the past couple of years. Someone (usually an aunt or uncle of mine) takes my grandfather to visit her practically each and every day (unless he is sick himself).
I hadn't been out to the farm in years....I'm sad to say.
It was a great visit...lots of reminiscing about my childhood...
but also a bit of melancholy sadness about the years that have passed and how things never stay the same for long...
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