The "Empty" House...

I went over to my grandma's this evening, on my way home from the dentist. It was difficult. She seemed much more frail, as if that were possible, and the house felt empty. Grandpa, like Papaw, simply had such a presence that they both filled a room, so to speak. I guess I worry more about Grandma than Nanny because Nanny is a happenin' granny with tons of friends, a social calendar, and she's not nearly as old. Grandma, on the other hand, was just so small and frail, and she cried when I got there and cried when I left. She told me she'd tell Grandpa that I stopped by...and I know he'll want to hear all about it. Getting old sucks...