Grandpa got sick, he had a stroke. Couldn’t talk anymore and his whole right side was paralyzed. Grandma took real good care of him though. I will definitely give her credit for that. I got to move back in with the grand folks after living with the wicked witch of the west. I would help out as much as I could or did whatever she asked me to do. He just wasn’t the same grandpa. To see such a funny, big strong man like grandpa turn into this timid fragile man that lay before us was so tragic. This man was always on the go, and now, he needed help with everything. After a few years, he got worse. He could no longer eat solid foods. He was put on a liquid diet and had to be fed through a tube that was surgically put in his stomach. It was such a sad sight. I would see grandma from the time she woke up till it was time for bed, taking care of grandpa’s every need. I had a new found respect for her. Don’t get me wrong, it didn’t make her any less mean, or maybe she just came off strong. I don’t know. I seen it as mean. But I did have a little more sympathy because I seen just what she went through to take care of her husband. Grandpa was very lucky. She cared for him the entire time, and never once considered placing him in a convalescent home.