I really love my grandparents. We have such different views on politics and religion, but for pretty much everything else, they're huge role models for me. They're both active, independent, hard working, love to dance together, Grandma still plays tennis in her 80's, Grandpa still gardens the better part of an acre every summer, and though they'd probably hate to be described as environmentalists, no one I know is more likely to recycle and compost and eat locally and avoid wasteful practices.
So just as I'm about to leave work and head home to eat leftover favorites from Thanksgiving (turkey with cornbread stuffing and giblet gravy, broccoli with almonds and caramelized onions, and leftover apple cobbler), I get a call from my mom. She's in so much trouble. She called me AFTER grandpa got out of surgery AFTER he's been in hospital overnight. Grandpa got a pacemaker because his heart wasn't doing a good job of keeping time. A resting rate of 27 isn't a good thing.
Grandpa's headed home tomorrow for a week or so of enforced rest. This will likely be a tough thing for him because he never just sits around. Meanwhile, Grandma is also recovering from a stumble on the tennis courts. Luckily, no broken bones, but lots of bruises.
They're getting older. I never thought it would happen. I always kind of figured they were indestructible. I can picture my mom and dad getting old, but my grandparents - they make the Energizer Bunny look lazy. I'm still hoping for another 10-15 years of their good company, but days like this make me fret.
Take care you two! I love you and wish I were there.