Now Three

 My Grandfather died two weeks ago.  Now it is just my Grandmother, mother, and myself.  It has been amazing how God has worked things out during the last few months.  I lost my job the end of May and at the time we really were wondering why.  I had been working remotely through Covid, and it was really working out well to be here as my grandfather's health was declining.  In May, there was no indication that he would need more full time care than I would have been able to give while working.  But by early June, we realized it was a good thing that I no longer had a job that I would be trying to juggle along with caring for my grandparents.  

My grandfather's condition deteriorated quite rapidly in the last five weeks of his life.  He needed someone most of the time, even if it was just to stand there and wait for him to try and figure out what he wanted.  His mind was going; at first it was mainly memory, but then he started getting nonsensical as well.  He would get something (cup, remote, scissors, etc) to bang on a hard surface and he though by doing so he was making a telephone call...  A couple times he would go on rants with us where he used understandable words, but the way he put them together just made no sense.  My grandmother was bothered by this of course.  At one point she said he must have had a stroke, and that was why he was acting the way he was.  

We were not really sure how my grandmother would take my grandfather's death, but so far it seems she is taking it pretty well.  She is leaning on the Lord to get her through this.  The other night she told me that at first when my grandfather died, she was upset that she hadn't been able to hug him one last time.  So she prayed about it, and then she looked up and there was the Lord standing in front of her and she was able to hug both my grandfather & the Lord.