Young & Old

Magnus is two months old. He’s sleeping next to me on his little lounger & I can hardly believe how big he is getting.  He’s got chubby little cheeks & a double chin (so cute on an infant…so NOT cute on his mom). Looking at him I can see the  years flying by already…all the firsts that are to come & my heart overflows.  So many precious times to be lived & cherished. As we are looking forward to all that life has to show Magnus there is also a lingering worry for my grandmother.  Grandma J is 93 & still does it on her own. However, things are changing rapidly.  More & more she isn’t able to do things without having troubles.  Healthwise Grandma is in terrific shape for her age.  Oh she has complaints like her legs ache, her eyes are tired, nobody talks loud enough (though she doesn’t want to wear her hearing aids) etc. The trouble is her memory isn’t as good as it should be.  She forgets important things like latching her door.  Now Grandma doesn’t live in a dangerous neighborhood or anything like that…still she has told Mom that “someone” has tried to break-in to her apartment 3 times.  Abe & I figured out the problem during our last visit.  Abe went to knock on the door & it swung open…the security chain wasn’t even engaged. Grandma has always been very, very careful to make sure she locks & chains the door every night.  I know because I spent a great deal of the summer of 1996 staying at Grandma’s house.  I worked a late shift & she had a difficult time not chaining the door so I could get in when I got off work. Another split in my thoughts…the beauty of watching my son grow & develop juxtaposed against the heartbreak of watching my beloved grandmother decline.