On Friday, I had a very unique experience. Friday was the day I planned to move my 101 year old grandmother from a nursing home 200 miles away to one about three blocks from my house. I had spent the night with my mother on Thursday night to give me an hour's head start on the trip. As I left, I gave her a kiss and was on my way to the next leg of the trip. I met my son at his house about 30 miles closer to our desination so he could go with me with a trailer and his muscles. When I arrived, it was 6 a.m. but my 11 month old grandson was awake and sitting in his high chair. When he saw me, he held out his hands and reached for me to pick him up. Of course, that made my day and I picked him up and played with him until my son got the trailer hitched to the truck and we were ready to go. I kissed him goodbye as we left. My son and I accomplished our mission of getting all of my grandmother's belongings loaded onto the trailer and in the truck and headed back toward my house. (My aunt had left on her way to my town 15 minutes before we got there as I had planned. I didn't want her to see all of her things going away and be confused.) After a couple of snafus with the tarp (Never use an antique tarp!  ) we went back by my son's house where I picked up my car and left about 15 minutes ahead of my son. I had to stop on my way into town because somehow the furniture that was supposed to be in her room was MIA except for the bed and I had to buy a chest and small table. My son got to the nursing home about 5 minutes after my aunt and grandmother arrived. My mother was already there. He dropped off 4 basic things that she would need right away and then headed to my house where he left ALL of the rest of her worldy possessions in the floor of my family room. If you don't think one can collect an inordinate amount of "stuff" in 101 years, you should see my family room! He had to do this in order to empty the trailer so we could get the new furniture on it and deliver it to my grandmother's new room! He got the furniture and I met him at the nursing home. By that time, my grandmother was fast asleep in her new bed. We moved the furniture in and she never even stirred! I can only imagine her confusion when she woke up to a room full of furniture when all she had was a bed when she went to sleep.  She never even knew I was there, but I kissed her gently on the forehead and told her I loved her and went home to meet my son. We looked at the mountain of "stuff" in the family room and declared that was a task for another day. So as he was walking out the door, I gave him a hug and a kiss and immense thanks and told him to have a safe trip back home. Then the house was quiet and I began to reflect on the day. It will probably be the only time in my life when I will have been in contact with five generations that span 100 years. My grandmother, my mother, me, my son and my grandson were all a part of that day. Sometimes I have to just say it out loud. I am so blessed!
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