MARRIED FOR 62 YEARS, BUT MONEY TORE THEM APART—NOW HE CALLS FOR HIS ‘LITTLE MOUSE’ EVERY NIGHT
My grandparents have been together for 62 years. Sixty-two. Longer than I’ve even been alive three times over. And yet, for the past eight months, they’ve been living apart.
Grandpa needs specialized care, and there wasn’t a single affordable home that could take them both. So now, Grandma’s in a smaller facility across town, and every night, she sleeps alone for the first time in over six decades. She told me once, in a quiet moment, “It’s the loneliness that hurts more than anything.”
Every time we visit Grandpa, the first thing he asks is, “Where’s my little mouse?” That’s his nickname for her. And when she walks in, his whole face lights up like he’s seeing her for the first time again. But then visiting hours end. And she has to leave. And I have to help her out the door as he calls after her, “Stay just a little longer, little mouse.”
Yesterday, after Sunday church, I stopped by to see Grandpa, expecting the usual—him in his recliner, waiting for lunch, maybe watching some old Westerns. But when I got there, the nurses were acting strange … Read more Below
