Not any better

We went to the hospital this morning and I noticed that my Grandma was having a hard time breathing. Long story short she has fluid in her lungs and around her heart. She has had congestive heart failure for a few years. She also has pulmonary fibrosis which just intensifies the same symptoms. The doctor is making her comfortable tonight, she is getting pain medicine and something to help her sleep. I am going in the morning back to the hospital. Please pray for my Grandma.

I don't know if I have ever mentioned how lucky I was growing up to have such wonderful grandparents. There was never anyone better to me than my father's parents. I loved to visit them and spend the night at their house. I was afraid to sleep in the upstairs by myself, so I slept with my Grandma and Grandpa slept on the couch. What a guy! My Grandpa would go in the morning to get coffee and he would get me an ice cream cone. We always walked to the coffee shop and then to get the mail at the post office, or "PO" as he called it. We walked past a park and Grandpa would push me on the swing. My Grandmother was the township clerk for many years, so she always would have lots of papers that I could play with. I would sit on their stair steps and play for hours. They had a window there, so I would pretend that I worked in a bank. Grandma would let me write her checks out for her bills. My parents divorced in 1985, and thank God for my grandparents. My Dad was a cop in our town and would have to work different shifts for long periods of time, so they would come and stay with me or just pick me up for the weekend. On Sunday morning Grandpa would read the comics to me, as I sat on his lap. Truly the World's Best Grandparents to me. Even though I do not want to lose my Grandma, I know she won't mind being with my Grandpa again.