Getting older

Getting old is a double edge sword. I hated when grandpa died a year and a half ago. I hated seeing a man who had always been so big and strong, who had always taken care of all of us, become weak and so dependent on others. The only thing worse than getting old is not having the opportunity to get there. Life is a catch 22 I guess. I hate that I know death is waiting for every single one of us. I hate that I spent the last year reminiscing about my amazing grandpa that sometimes I took for granted my amazing grandma. I put my grandpa on such a high pedestal that I forget that he was on that pedistal largely in part because of my grandma. If you say prayers do us a solid and include her in yours tonight. If you have ever met her you know I am not exaggerating when I tell you she is probably one of the most selfless, hard working and kind women out there.