Just wanted to let everyone in on my weekend....
Well this weekend started back around Valentines Day when I received a call from my Dad...(first off...let me say...When I saw who it was calling me at work on my cellphone, I knew the reason for the call. I think he can called me a total of about 3 times in the last 30 years)...telling me that my grandmother was unresponsive and "coded" at the nursing home and taken to the hospital (presumably to officially be "pronounced").
A couple of days later he called again to inform me of the arrangements for this past weekend (My oldest uncle lives in NZ).
My grandfather died in 1985 (remember that because it is pertinent later on).
On to the point of this story...
After the services we all went over to her house to "divvy out the contents". My aunt came walking out of the bedroom with a box of Sheik...(refer back to when my grandfather died)...that had to be over 22 years old!
Please for the sake of your children's and grandchildren's mental stability...clean out stuff that would create a nauseating visual!
Sorry to hear about your loss...
I can top that story, though...I used to work at a mental health facility, and the patients weren't allowed to keep their medications in their rooms, of course. On my first day, a young lady asked me to retreive her asprin. I reached into her drawer in the nurses' station, and hunted through a rather large number of bottles. I picked up what I thought were asprin tablets, and brought them out to her. She looked rather surprised...I had mistakenly picked up her birth control pills. I was a lot more careful after that.
Dan
