Tuesday, January 13, 2009


Okay, so today reality hit me. I received a call today that my Grandma Rock, who I have been seeing everyday now, had a minor stroke this morning. I have been okay with watching her and have really enjoyed being there. ( By the way I am getting paid so I am not as great of a person as you think, I just wanted to make that clear) Anyway, I realized today that one day it is going to be really hard because I am going to get the call that my Grandma has died or I will be there when she does. I am not sure if I am okay with that. I love her so much it is really hard to see her the way she is. Today I had to feed her, the stroke effected her right side so she couldn't stedy her hand to make it to her mouth. She just slept most of the time I was there. I had to wake her up to eat and to go to the bathroom. It really is sad. Now I can see why it is so hard on my Aunts to be there everyday. Well on a funny note, she didn't say much all day other then she needed her coffee, (which is hot coco) and as I was leaving she told me to drive safely. I didn't even think she really knew I was there today.

Monday, January 12, 2009

The Harmonica in the Little Black Box

This is a paper that I wrote about my Grandma and Grandpa I thought I would share.

The Harmonica in the Little Black Box
I always liked to go to Grandma and Grandpa Rock’s house. Like most grandparents houses, there was always lots of candy and ice cream. This is not why I loved Grandma and Grandpa’s house. While at their house I would sit and wait for Grandpa to get his harmonica out of the small black box sitting on the shelf. Oh how I loved what happened when Grandpa would open that box.
There were always so many things that I loved to do at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. I would watch the humming birds get the pollen from the flowers, while sitting on the porch with Grandma. We would watch the trains and the big semi-trucks go by. My brother and I would ride the trikes down the hill, to see who could go the fastest. I loved to play on the swing set and eat apples off of the apple tree. I loved to eat the vegetables out of the garden or pick the flowers out of the flower bed for grandma (I don’t think Grandpa liked that to much). My sisters and I would pose for pictures by the flowers, or my favorite, by the old brass stool. We would crochet
hot pads with Grandma, or see what we could find with out grandpa knowing or catching us. I would walk with Grandma down the hill to get the paper and mail, or go visit that grey haired couple that lived at the bottom. There were always cats we could play with, that was always fun, but there was nothing like what would happen when Grandpa would get out his harmonica in the little black box.
Grandpa would sit on his chair, with Grandma next to him, and we would gather around anxious for him to open the box. He would start with “oh were, oh were is my little grey kitty,” that was are favorite, and end with,” how much is that doggy in the window”, maybe that was our favorite. We would sing for hours with grandpa playing is harmonica. No matter how bad of a day I was having or how much I would have rather been playing at a friend’s house; I would always smile when I would hear Grandma and Grandpa sing. We would sing for Christmas, Birthdays, Thanksgiving, Halloween, and every other day of the year. It didn’t matter the day we could always sing.
Still to this day I remember how much I loved that harmonica in that little black box. I will always remember the smile and how happy they were with the children gathered round their knees singing while Grandpa played his harmonica. I will forever remember the love that they showed us and I will always remember them by the songs I learned. Oh how I loved what happened when Grandpa would get his harmonica out of the little black box.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Grandma and Grandpa Rock

I have not been on my blog for a while. I have started watching my Grandma Rock during the week after work from 1:30 to 6pm. I didn't think this would be that hard but it sure does take a lot out of my day. I have loved doing it though. My Grandma has alstimers pretty bad and it is just getting to hard for my Grandpa to move around, so I am there just to help out. I have been spending a lot of time cleaning and those that know my Grandparents know that it is much needed. My Grandpa doesn't let me through anything out but I am at least able to clean. I want to share some funny things that have happened while I have been there.
One day when I went in my Aunt Deane asked my Grandma if she knew who I was and she said in her sweet little voice," of course I do she's my relative". I thought that was clever she is pretty safe saying that. She really doesn't know who I am. I think that she knows that she knows me but she doesn't know how she knows me. I just love her!!
My Grandpa had went to Ogden and did some grocery shopping. He brought home a lot of grocery's ( which wasn't needed, he has ROOMS full of food). I was putting them away and he had bought some vegetables that needed to go in the fridge. Well the bottom of the fringe had some OLD apples in it. I told my Grandpa that I needed to through out the rotten apples so that I could fit the vegetables in the fridge. He told me that they weren't rotten they were just wilted. Well I finally convinced him I needed to through them out. So we were throwing them over the deck because there had been some deer out there, and I look over and my Grandpa is putting them in his pocket. I told him that they were bad and he just said that I didn't understand what it was like to not have any food so I don't appreciate those kind of things. I just told him that he has food now and he doesn't have to eat the bad apples. But he didn't listen so I will have to through those out when he isn't home. Hee Hee. It has been fun visiting with my Grandpa and learning all about his life. I will keep you updated on funny things they do. They are funny people, but you just have to love them.