The family was gathering at my Grandparents' house despite what my Grandpa said some weeks back. He over heard me talking with my Grandma about the Easter menu and what I should bring. He said with conviction, "no, don't bring anything, we're not having Easter." Huh? I replied "No Easter? It's just a regular Sunday?" My Grandma laughed but he just scowled and repeated, "No Easter." I left and told my Grandma I would call her later in the week to discuss the menu. I called my Mom and told her Grandpa's news and she said that's what he said about Thanksgiving and Christmas! On Easter Sunday I gave him a kiss and said "See, Dad, we're having Easter after all!" I told everyone that we were supposed to have a regular Sunday. He smiled.
The day was beautiful and fun highlighted with delicious food and sweets galore. I got to spend a good amount of time with my cousin's baby boy, Benjamin. He's 5 months old and he has completely stolen my heart! The kids had an egg hunt, I enjoyed the massage chair, an adjustment from my chiropracter Auntie and basketball was on the TV. Even though there were 32 people there not including a 5 year old, 3 year old, 5 month old and 3 dogs, the day was still relaxed and peaceful. Good wine :)
My cousin Debbie and I were the last to leave. Keona and I were finishing up the dishes as my Grandma calmly asked me to go to the store for Tylenol because my Grandpa had a fever. My Grandpa hasn't been well for awhile so whenever he's coughing too much, has a fever or anything, I panic. I talked my Grandma into giving him some Advil that was on hand. Keona went back to check on him and came back reporting that he didn't look good and he was shaking. My cousin Debbie and I are not the strongest two in the family in medical emergencies. Also, our experience is with our children, not our 80 something year old Grandpa who has health issues. He's way too precious and dear to me, so I got scared. Really scared. My Grandma didn't have a thermometer in the house and I thought we should take his temp to see if a hospital trip would be necessary. I rushed to the nearest store just a few minutes away. While there, Debbie called me and with a voice of concern and fear she says that after some struggle getting on the breathing machine, my Grandpa was hooked up and getting some air, but he wasn't looking good. I grabbed what I had to and rushed back. We all went to his room and my Grandma took his temp. The first reading was 99.8, but my Grandpa questioned the validity because it gave a reading so quickly. I told him I purposely bought one that gave a 10 second reading. Then I told my Grandma to take it three times so we can get an average. He wasn't looking good at all. I hate seeing and hearing him struggle to breathe. I watched with a heavy heart and then in between the second and third reading, he managed to say, "Deenie (my nickname in the family) there's watermelon in the garage." Huh?! I cracked up. What a great tension breaker! In the midst of the panic, watermelon was on his mind. He did have a slight fever, but he said he was feeling better and probably from the Advil. I sat there for a little bit until he fell asleep and remembered I did see a huge watermelon in the garage earlier when I was looking for some Diet Coke!
While back in the kitchen to finish up the cleaning, I called my Mom to give her the update. I told her in the middle of all the worry, Dad informed me there was watermelon in the garage. In typical Rose fashion, my Grandma laughed and said, "He's dying but still thinking about food." Just wrong!
I'm just like my Grandpa. Always cooking. Always offering food. Always insisting someone take something home. Same initials. DMC
Life. Family. Peace.Blessings.Tradition.Love.Dee-licious Fun.
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