A positive story.

In every family there is a person who has not gone. This is my grandmother. After my grandfather’s death six years ago, we moved her to ourselves.

My parents say that this Fate is avenging them for the lack of obvious teenage problems in both of our children, i.e. me and my sisters.
For example, in July, after receiving a pension, she ran out with her best friend at sea for a week, switched off the phone, and called when the money was out. My mother almost went crazy. I had to go pick them up. At the same time, the father was roaring and asked his aunt to take him with him the next time.

She has diabetes at an initial stage and when a district doctor with a super-serious appearance began to list that she can’t, she stopped it:
What happens if I eat it?
“You can die,” said the doctor with the most tragic and threatening appearance.
Okay to you! What seriously? Is there a chance at 86?

In short, we take insulin and eat what we want.

She plays chess on the boulevard with men – and wins! She sings in the choir “Welcome old ladies”, goes to the theatre and attends all free city events and concerts. I recently had a widow boyfriend eight years younger than myself.

Now they break up together.

Last weekend he played her races on quad-cycles. And then they drank 2 liters of homemade wine at dinner and fell asleep in front of the TV in a hug on the couch in the living room, where we stuck them, returning from the country, like a couple of teenagers. So Col’s grandfather was introduced to the family – a fainted mother, a fainting grandchildren and an invariably fainting dad.

I adore my grandmother – she is more positive and energetic than most of my young acquaintances. She loves life and knows how to enjoy it. “And how much of that life!” she replies to my mother for all her “mama, how about that?”

I want old age.