My Grandma Lee fell sick late last year. She lived all alone in a beautiful trailer, on beautiful land, in the state that is for lovers. Virginia.
However, apparently, there aren’t that many loving people there. When she fell sick, her son (the only one of her living 3 children who lives in Virginia) picked her up and put her in a nursing home.
My grandma is the first one in the family to go in a nursing home. She is also the one in the family who took care of her mother, my great-grand mother, when everyone else was too busy.
“We put her in there because we can’t help her”.
“It would be better for us and her, if she was in there”.
When questioning her children about the medicine my grandma now has to receive (even though she originally didn’t take meds because of our religion), the reply was, “my faith is not that strong”.
So, they put her in the nursing home.