Call Your Parents

My grandmother is getting old.

In her old age, she is losing her memory.

It’s an awful disease. One that my family is trying to navigate.

There are many ways of reacting to someone when they don’t fully remember you and your life. Sometimes it makes me sad, sometimes it makes me grateful for my own life and reminds me to appreciate the moment. Sometimes, others in my family get angry or even depressed.

It’s ruthless. I think I’ve coped with it by being fully supportive of my dad instead of being fully supportive of my grandmom. It’s hard to say out load. It makes me feel guilty.

My uncle gave me a gentle reminder yesterday to call my gram, to check in on her, and simply say hi.

My phone call completely lifted her spirits. She told me how happy she was to hear from me. It made me feel good.

Life is so busy. I’m focused on my business and my fitness. I’m full time raising these two kiddos with my wife. Some days I don’t even remember to eat, none the less keep in touch with my family.

But I have to do better. I have to call my gram.

Same day, sooner then I realize, I will die. In the process, I will lose people I love. I still have both my parents, I am lucky. But no one gets out alive.

While I’m here, I hope to do a better job of lifting others. It’s amazing what a simple phone call can do.