I'm so sorry, Nic. Your mom was correct about her hotness and I can see your resemblance to her!
My grandfather died at age 94, and was in remarkably good physical and cognitive health until the last month of his life. I give that for context because this story happened when he was 88, about six years before his death. I was a senior in high school and my dad and I had just gone for my last college visit, to the school I ended up going to, before I made my final decision, and on the way home, we stopped to visit my grandparents. My dad noticed my grandpa had band-aids on his hands and asked him what happened.
Grandpa: Oh, I fell down chasing a turkey.
Dad: Excuse me?
Grandpa: I was taking out the trash and by the side of the house I saw a wild turkey. So I threw the trash can lid at him, and then I chased him about three-quarters of the way around the house, and then I fell down.
Dad: ...what exactly were you planning on doing if you CAUGHT the turkey?
(Like I said, he was cognitively fine. He just...had a weird old man moment where he decided he had to take on a wild turkey. In the SPRING, which is when they're mating and are particularly nasty.)
My grandmother, on the other hand, did have dementia towards the end of her life. At the time I lived in Davis Square in Somerville, MA, pretty close to where my grandmother grew up. But as her memory went, that was one thing she always remembered. Every time she saw me she'd ask, "How's Davis Square?"
I'm so sorry, Nic. Your mom was correct about her hotness and I can see your resemblance to her!
My grandfather died at age 94, and was in remarkably good physical and cognitive health until the last month of his life. I give that for context because this story happened when he was 88, about six years before his death. I was a senior in high school and my dad and I had just gone for my last college visit, to the school I ended up going to, before I made my final decision, and on the way home, we stopped to visit my grandparents. My dad noticed my grandpa had band-aids on his hands and asked him what happened.
Grandpa: Oh, I fell down chasing a turkey.
Dad: Excuse me?
Grandpa: I was taking out the trash and by the side of the house I saw a wild turkey. So I threw the trash can lid at him, and then I chased him about three-quarters of the way around the house, and then I fell down.
Dad: ...what exactly were you planning on doing if you CAUGHT the turkey?
(Like I said, he was cognitively fine. He just...had a weird old man moment where he decided he had to take on a wild turkey. In the SPRING, which is when they're mating and are particularly nasty.)
My grandmother, on the other hand, did have dementia towards the end of her life. At the time I lived in Davis Square in Somerville, MA, pretty close to where my grandmother grew up. But as her memory went, that was one thing she always remembered. Every time she saw me she'd ask, "How's Davis Square?"