Yesterday my mom moved all of the furniture that would fit into my grandma’s new residence in a retirement community. My grandma will no longer be living alone, as it was just too much—mostly since she doesn’t get around as well as she used to.

It was strange when Christmas was no longer held at her house, but it’ll be even stranger knowing that she won’t be there anymore and that the phone number I’ve had memorized since I was a little kid will no longer be the one I use to call her (I have very few phone numbers memorized these days, thanks to storing them all in my cell phone!)

At any rate, I’m sure it will be better for her, as she can be around a bunch of people and not worry about falling and no one being there to help her. And it’s not like we won’t go visit her at this new place, but why do grandmas have to get older??

Posted at 9:02 AM |