5 years ago my wife and I took my Memom shopping. She was super slow going through the stores and after 2 stops she asked if we could go back to the house for her to rest.
I was mad.
I remember calling Dad and complaining that she was being difficult and that's when he reminded me that she was 88.
I still thought of her as 60.
I remember thinking "No Way!" but then realized how much time had passed and that he was exactly right. So imagine an ungrateful grandson dragging his grandmother around town, pissed off at how slow she's moving around.
Ha! That was me.
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