[Note: The family and I drove to Bedford today to see my Grandpa Row who is currently in Dunn's ICU due to possible mini-strokes]
When I arrived, Grandpa was nearing the end of his dessert. He'd wanted Neopolitan ice cream, but they only had orange sherbet, so Grandpa settled for that. Slowly and carefully, he finished off the last of it, then asked for some coffee.
My sister Kelly said he had coffee on his tray, but she thought it might be cold.
"Well, coffee's coffee," grandpa replied.
Kelly offered him the straw. He sipped and then grumbled, "The least they could have done was warm it up!"
That sounds like the Grandpa I remember!
I'm hopeful that Grandpa's on the mend. My cousin Beth reported that he'd asked her to bring him back a Twinkie. He's also sleeping peacefully, which is significant because he fights sleep if he thinks he's ill -- He doesn't want to die in his sleep.
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