A few months ago my grandfather past away. He had been fighting a long time. Yes, my grandpa sure did put up a good fight for many years. Like many stories around the world cancer ultimately won. Now my grandma is for the first time in sixty plus years living alone. In the middle of the woods. Alone.
My grandpa was a man’s man, you know. One of those breed of fellas where he would opened the door for a woman, he could fix anything, and he loved cars, fishing a golf. He thoroughly believed in a man taking care and providing for his family. For most of his life, he did just that. He worked hard and he was able to give my grandma a comfortable lifestyle. He took care of all the hard work that was done around the house, the mowing of the two acre of land their house is on, all repairs to the house, garages, sheds, and cars were done by him. He even installed the electricity in their house.
Now that he is gone, my grandma now has to employ people to do the things my grandpa had always taken care of.
Once a week I try to make it to her house and see if she needs help with anything around the house. Of course, I am not as handy as my grandfather is but I am no stranger to a pair of plyers and some hard work. As I’m walking around the house while my grandma explains that she needs someone to clean out her gutters, she also mention she needs someone to trim her hedges and the trees.
Now, I sometimes trim the trees’ around my own house but my grandma must have a hundred trees she is talking about needing a trim. I am not about to spend the next two months (I know it is an exaggeration) trimming trees. I love my grandma dearly but there is no way that will be happening anytime soon.
I made a deal with her that I will bring my pressure washer over tomorrow and take care of those gutters for her and help her find a great tree trimming service to come out her and take care of everything else. She agreed and we went into to the house and had some delicious hot chocolate and homemade apple pie with vanilla ice cream with a caramel sauce drizzle over it. Yes, my grandma can cook and bake her buns off.
The next day I loaded my pressure washer into my truck and arm with a list of tree trimming services I made my way to my grandma’s house. After a few phones calls we were able to secure a tree serviced that would come out that same day, give her a quote and if she agrees with it, they can start right away.
I stayed until the tree-trimming folks came; they gave my grandma a great quote, and started the very same day.
I miss my grandpa everyday but I know my grandma misses him even more. As long as I am able will be stopping by and making sure she is all right, physically and emotionally.