When Gramp started to get old, she started to lose her short-term memory. We didn’t know exactly what it was at the time, but looking back, I suspect that it was Alzheimer’s disease or Organic Brain Syndrome. In either case, it resulted in her experiencing a loss of her short-term memory. She could remember stories and events from decades before like they happened yesterday, but, she couldn’t remember yesterday.
Late one evening, I returned home on leave from the military. It was my first trip home since joining the Air Force in July of 1979. I knocked on the door. The porch light winked on and Gramp’s familiar old face appeared at the door.
I said, “Hey Gramp!” to which she cheerfully replied, “Hey there!”
But, she didn’t let me in right away.
So I asked her, “Don’t you recognize me?” to which she responded,
“Of course!”, but she still…
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Great points illustrated here brotha Ron.
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Thanks Tareau, Sorry I couldn’t get there in time to help ya with Lady G. Lol
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It’s ok man, I’m typing this hiding underneath my son’s bunk bed. Shhhhhh
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Okay………lol
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She can’t get me here hahhahahaahaha
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Ion know
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Operation Rescue!
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