Dad and I got here about 12:30 Saturday morning. We woke up about 7:30, ate breakfast and I took a shower. As I was getting ready, I was thinking of what I wanted to say and how I hoped gramma and Ronnie reacted. The more I thought about it, the more my stomach turned. Needless to say, I spent a good part of the morning in the bathroom.
We got to the nursing home about 1 and went to gramma's room. We had a nice visit with her. Ronnie had walked to to C Store so I asked the nurse to give us a room to talk to them in private.
When Ronnie go back, we sat down and things didn't go too bad. A big part of me things Ronnie was in shock and will let us know how is feeling today, but a bigger part of me is hoping that deep down, he knows this is what's best.
Dad got the key for the storage place so we got a look at it. It's not as bad as we had thought. Today, we start packing the apartment.
A couple of side notes:
- Dad and I are not stopping at ANY BP stations, not even to use the bathroom. That whole situation makes me sick.
- Dad and I have two different ideas of what to do with a toilet seat. I close the lid, he doesn't. I found this out in the middle of the night when I ended up IN the toilet.
