Grams is in the hospital

Grampo and Grams

My Grams is in the hospital. Grampo called the ambulance at 4:00 this morning when Grams was having severe chest pain. He hopped in his car and flew down the road behind the ambulance from Madera to Fresno at 80 miles per hour. He is in his 90's. "They had my wife in that car," he told me.

We have been at the hospital all day, doing what people do in hospital waiting rooms, talking, pacing, looking at each other, watching the door, and comforting one another. My Grampo sat clutching the little bottle of heart medicine he had given her before he knew he had to call the ambulance. He was turning it around and around in his hand, telling me "They said it isn't her heart. It's not her heart."

We still don't know what's wrong. She has been moved from the emergency room to a regular hospital room. She is pale and breathing funny. My Grampo was so happy to see her out of the emergency room that he began to be his old self again. He pointed to Grams' short little legs under the blanket. She is only about 4'6" now. He looked at the nurse and said, "Hey! Que fi? You gave her too big of a bed. Do we get a rebate?"

His broad smile lit up the room. And Grams, so tiny and weak under the covers, looked at her husband, smiled her eyes at him, and said, "Oh Daddy." There was so much love between them there was barely enough room in there for anything else.