Family

My Grampy was visiting with us last week and yesterday Ma, Dad and I dropped him at the airport.

What’s sad is that I know perfectly well that I’m probably not going to see him again. Well into his 80s and with prostate cancer, he wasn’t the same Grampy that I remember.

It’s hard to know what to do.  I don’t want to the people I love not being able to get out of a car by themselves.  But I also know that I’d have never forgiven myself if I hadn’t have seen him. 

So all we can do I suppose is make the most of the time we have left with out elder loved ones.

Which is why I spent my Friday night, with my Daddy’s Dad, learning how to make traditional Yorkshire pudding. 

It was super tasty.