I went to visit relatives. I like when I see Grammy Ruth. She is always so happy to have visitors. And even though she isn’t as spry or as talkative as she used to be, she still seems so happy when I tell her about how things are going. I like to think she is smiling in her mind. And I know she’s glad I sign her checks for her. She gets so confused, you know? She probably hardly remembers the things she’s done. Or how she got all that money. But I remember. And as long as she stays alive I’ll never tell. So I do whatever I can to keep her going. Not so much comfortable, but sometimes people need to pay for their sins, even if they don’t remember them.
I should really go up to the third floor more often. Seems mean to only visit her on holidays. Poor Grammy Ruth.