My Grandmother is 97 years old. she is an amazing person who has lived in the same 3 bedroom 1 bath home for over 70 years. Until two weeks ago I thought that she would spend the rest of her life in that home. But living alone at her age, and the loss of her sight, has become to much for her so she will be moving into an assisted living center at the beginning of next month.
I was very surprised that she had made the discussion to leave her home. This is a place that she and her husband built while they lived in a tent on the property. It's were all 10 of her children were raised and where every Sunday me and my brothers, sister and cousins could be found playing in the trees, watching the cows, and eating grandma's fabulous treats while the grownups visited inside. We use to watch my grandfather milk the cows in there barn and gather eggs from the chicken coop. They had a horse named Gypsy we would give apples to in the fall. Her home was always safe and warm. Pleasant and very clean. For me their house was always Christmas Eve and grandmas backed beans and ham. I can still see us all there, standing by her piano, each family singing a song. Christmas eves have never been as memorable or fun as when I was at grandmas house.
I seldom visit her there anymore, but I am sad that the house and land her and my grandfather owned will no longer be hers. I am glad she will be in a safe place were she will have the help see needs. And I am so grateful for the time spent there with them working and playing. For the hundreds of wonderful memories that I have of her and my grandfather in that house they built .
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