Donut vs Fritter

My uncle bought apple fritters for my grandmothers birthday this month. Here’s a portion of the conversation I had with her regarding her gift. Gma: I got apple fritters. Me: Donuts. Gma: No, apple fritters. Me: It’s still a donut. Gma: It is not; it doesn’t have a hole in the middle. Me: So, if…

Oh That’s Right

Gma: Did you all ride together? Me: I live here with you. Gma: (shaking her head) Oh that’s right. I meant, did they ride together?

Is that Pee?

After a couple hour visit to the eye doctor for eye shots, which makes her pee highlighter yellow, several rooms and people to see, my grandmother came home for care. Here are the first few minutes. Gma: (while eating lunch, feels the urge to wipe her eyes, puts down the sandwich and pulls out a…

A Noise

Gma: Is that you, honey? Me: No grandma, its a burglar doing dishes. (Laughter) Of course it’s me. Gma: Don’t scare me like that. I thought you were in your room. Me: I was in my room, now I’m in the kitchen. The slave has escaped. (Chuckle) Walking back toward my room Me: (Yelling) I’m…

Where Am I Going?

Anyone with aging parents/grandparents or someone with alzheimers/dementia perhaps could relate to the following broken record. I hope you have the strength to laugh at these moments, rather than cry about them. Gma: Are we going to fix my glasses? Me: No, we are going to get your hearing checked. Gma: Not my eyes? I…