Grandparents, to some people there’s no one better than a grandparent, whether it be your grandfather who offers you sweets or your grandmother, who offers you sweets…
You are usually blessed with two sets of grandparents, I wasn’t however, my mums parents both died when she was relatively young so I just had my dads side of the family.
I have some fond memories of my grandparents when I was a child, not many though as I didn’t particularly like them all that much, grandmother had a definite drinking problem, which people denied at first though I was the first to point it out, like one year they came over for Christmas, I came down one morning and caught my Gran in my dads liquor cabinet sneakily trying drinks at 7 in the morning, no one believed me though, I was just a child, they say her alcoholism was caused by the harshness of my Grandfather, he wasn’t abusive but a bit of a twat if you know what I mean…
There was one year my Gran disappeared a day before Christmas after she got all stupid after slyly drinking two bottles of wine in the space of an hour when we were all out, stopped at the Chesterfield Hotel and we had to go and pick her up the morning after.
Over the years my Gran eventually gave up drinking and all was well with the world, as recently as last year though my grandfather died of cancer, sad to most though they lived in Scotland so I from the age of 12 onwards, I only saw them once every few years so while it was sad, it didn’t really affect me the way it did the rest of my relatives, since he’s been gone, my Gran lives on her own, she’s only five minutes away from other family though so it’s fine.
A few years back she was diagnosed with early on-set alzheimer’s, over the years you can tell it’s been getting considerably worse, like how two years ago she sent me three Christmas cards, the first one to my cousin Stuart, with no money in it (she usually pops a tenner in it), I get got another one addressed to me, again with no money in it, she then sent me a third with a tenner in it but it was again addressed to Stuart! Daft mare.
Last year I didn’t get a card as I was in France…
She’d often phone our house while my parents aren’t in and I’d have to tell her about three times they’re not in, then she’d say, “Okay bye Fred” at the end of the call.
Fred was Stuarts nickname not mine! Mine was Pickle! (Which is kind of funny because my girlfriends nickname is Pickles, obviously destined to be an item.)
Anyway, that’s the background on my Grandparents, last night at 11pm we get a phone-call, there’s only my mum and me in the house during the week as my Dad works away Monday-Thursday.
I answer the phone as my mums in bed asleep and I am a night owl…
Gran: Hello Richard.
Me: No Gran it’s Peter, my dads away until Thursday.
Gran: Ahh hello Peter how are you?
Me: Not too bad, bit late for you though isn’t it?
Gran: Nevermind that, guess what…
Me: What’s that?
Gran: I’ve got alzheimer’s!!
Me: …I know… You’ve had it for three years Gran.
Gran: Have I?! Are you sure?
Me: I am certain.
Gran: Oh… Is Richard there?!
Me: No I’ve just said, he’s away until Thursday, phone him on his mobile.
Gran: Oh no I wouldn’t want to wake him up, it’s late.
Me: But had he been in you’d have… nevermind, alright I’ll tell him you’ve called.
Gran: Okay bye Pickle, love you.
Me: Love you Gran, buh bye!
Kind of feel sorry for her, but I absolutely pissed myself with laughter after that phone call, she has actually lost it.
Anyway, thought I’d share. 🙂