Grandma Olive is the coolest old person that has ever lived… or at least the coolest one I’ve ever known. She’s hilarious, has INSANE stories from the great depression, WWII, every other war, women’s lib, and anything else you can imagine that’s happened in this century, and she sees us visiting as an excuse to pump my children full of sugar. And isn’t that what being a grandma is really about?
She’s not actually our grandma, she’s just awesome and didn’t have any grandchild that lived here which was a fabulous coincidence because I am also awesome and I also didn’t have any grandparents that lived here. So we decided to team up and adopt one another as family.
Verona and I went to hang out with her every Friday afternoon for a year and a half until her daughter decided to move to out to California to live with her. We were all super sad, but we write to each other and she comes back to visit occasionally so she can see us and have pizza parties with her friends at the retirement home. (I’m not even kidding. She threw a pizza party last night for her friends.)
So today we went with her and her daughter Murial to the park.
I’ve come to the conclusion that when people hit a certain age there ceases to be a middle of the road in terms of personality. Old people are either the coolest people you’ve ever met in your life or they’re miserable and you wish they would just hurry up and die already… something about the loss of memory and bone density pulls one to the extremes I guess. Regardless, if you don’t have an awesome old person in your life you should go find one, because they’re the best.