Christmas 2015
Upon our return from vacation, I found out that Grandpa Grocho was in the hospital. Maw Maw and I jumped into the car and drove down to visit him. At that time he was in ICU with a severe infection. He was very weak, having a hard time catching his breath, and was not eating much but jello. I was so worried. When we walked into his room, he began to cry so hard that he couldn't catch his breath. Oh, how the tears were running down my face and his. It was very hard to see him like that. The priest had come in earlier that day and we were all concerned with this health. The next day (Christmas Eve), Bob and the boys came down to visit. He had regained enough strength and was stable enough that they moved him to a regular hospital room. This meant that the boys were able to go back and see him. I was hesitant to have them go back to see him that way but he was asking to see them all. When we went back to the r...