I went tonight. Elizabeth said Grandma and Grandpa had gone to a funeral viewing, seen many friends there and had a good time. However, it had so exhausted Grandma that she wasn't able to talk and barely moved in her bed afterwards until about five minutes before I arrived (after 9 at night). When I came, she was reading the newspaper; Poirot was on; she could talk okay. I clambered on her bed, sitting around her feet. We talked a little about what we'd do if we won a sweepstakes or the lottery; I suggested things for her like a posh medical bed and flights and chauffeurs to bring her visitors; she said she'd have it be her grandkids' college money. She is a wonderful example.
After a few minutes, Elizabeth left and Grandma loaned me a pillow so I could doze on the floor (I usually bring my own pillow, but not this time). Grandpa came while I was dozing and I listened vaguely to them talking on the phone to either Chris, Cathy, or both. :)
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