It's one of them feelings you hate having confirmed... Today when I tried to reach my mom for something... I had a feeling she was down at the other house because of Grandma... So, I called there & the Hospice nurse answered... She was there giving Grandma antibiotics for pneumonia. She then put mom on the phone who in turned said she believes it's the beginning... yeah... of the end. 
She's even contemplating if she should call ex-step dad (it's HIS mom!!)... so, if she's thinking that... I know it's not good. So... please pray...
she's 89 years old & we all were hoping she would make it, at least, to her 90th birthday on December 12th... but if she is sick... I don't & I'm sure the rest of the family, want her to suffer. It's a hard thing when they are this old...What's even harder for us girls is that she is our last living grandparent. To no longer be called "granddaughter" is going to be a hard pill to swallow.
Oh... the picture above is when all us girls were at Bob Evans for breakfast (some time last year)... Left to right... Grandma, Gina, Mom, & Renee. (I'm the one who took the picture, that's why I am not in it... never dawned on me to have a waitress take it until days later!)
You all know how I love Tigger... well, I almost forgot... I love Tweety Bird just as much!! So, that's why I am sharing this...
