Doing it right
I’m in Florida, visiting my grandparents. My grandfather (I call him Sabba) had a fall a few weeks ago. They just discovered a hairline fracture in his pelvis, and he’s stuck in the hospital. He’s doing well, though: his grace and charm still shine through!
The previous night, the air conditioner gave out and caused a minor flood in the laundry room, during dinner of course. Someone must have mentioned the story when we visited Sabba, because he called that evening and discussed at length with my uncle how best to get it fixed. Then he called again later to make sure that my grandmother had taken her medications with dinner. Then again, to say goodnight to his wife (see above photo and smile). The nurses love him (he asks for only what he needs, doesn’t complain, and has the Awerbuch good looks).
Update! Sabba was transferred to a rehabilitation center (and of course he loves it there, he’s so easy to please). That means he can check himself out to come have dinner with us!
I bet he’s up from his nap by now, so I’m gonna go hang out with him! Maybe I’ll learn how to live a little better by spending more time with him. Because he sure knows how to do it right!