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I considered rescheduling this post today about my grandfather but decided to move forward. Yesterday was day I would like to rewind and play over with a new ending. We live outside of Boston and the tragedy that occurred in our backyard during the Boston Marathon was shocking and honestly, I woke up this morning and said, “did that really happen?”. I am still in disbelief. My heart goes out to the families of loved ones who were killed and injured. My son asked me yesterday why a bomb went off in Boston and he asked if the police caught the bad guys. Trying to shield him from the news and what goes on is this crazy world isn’t always easy and nine times out of ten, he finds out. I found this quote from Mr. Rogers that has surfaced since this tragedy and found it fitting. It’s something I am sure we all tell our children in one way shape or form.
My post today is about my grandfather and how we are on the hunt for a golf cart for him. Well, he thinks I’m kidding but I ‘m serious. I think we need to get him a golf cart to drive around the yard to go back and forth to his workshop. His workshop isn’t that far from the house but one of his legs has been bothering him lately and it makes it difficult for him to get around. My grandfather is a survivor of necrotizing fasciitis, a flesh-eating infection that almost caused him to loose his leg 25+ years ago. He was one of the rare initial cases in the United States infected with this disease and I remember as a kid, him refusing to let them amputate his leg. Long story short, he went into surgery to have his leg removed and came out “with” his leg still in tact! They were able to remove the diseased tissue and save his leg. I remember his recovery was traumatic and the wound was the nastiest thing I had ever seen. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember he had to give up his job as a truck driver and life as he knew it had changed. I told him the other day I was going to find him a used golf cart and he rolled his eyes at me. ha.
My grandfather is probably the most stubborn person I know. He finally started using the chair lift that my grandmother uses to get upstairs. He struggles with the fact that his legs just don’t work like they use to. This is my dad and son last summer riding around in the golf cart at our workplace. Don’t you think a golf cart for my grandfather is a good idea? My son thinks it’s a great idea! He envisions golf cart rides in the future :).
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