In the early 1970’s, my grandmother was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease in her early 50s. She then lived well into her 80s and my Jack Daniel’s drinking, cigar and cigarette smoking World War II navy veteran, bigger than life grandfather refused to ever put her in a home.
He took care of her every single day at the same home they raised their two daughters in as she slowly deteriorated into a vegetative state. She couldn’t walk, talk, bathe herself, or eat yet she was definitely “in there” as she would mumble and smile.
My mom, her daughter, used to make all of us 6 kids “talk” and spend time with Grammie Marjorie in the living room in her recliner. I wasn’t scared of her like my other siblings. I actually enjoyed our time. My middle name is Marjorie, named after her.
As the youngest, all my life I never knew her to be anything but in a vegetative state, and I learned to admire my grandfather for never abandoning her by putting her in a nursing home.
“Most people don’t care about you, but the ones who do care the most.”
God can, and will produce miracles. This story is so inspirational.
