Granny needs a new black bra!

It’s been nearly a year since my grandfather passed away so you could say my grandmother has done the obligatory year of grief. I don’t think she really needed a year, though, because she always said she hated the man. She hated him, but she needed him. He always took care of her and even after they moved into the nursing home, and had separate rooms in separate wings of the facility, he still took care of her in a way.

So now she’s alone. She’s also, it seems, on the prowl. The other night my parents took her out to dinner and later that night, back at the nursing home, her heart rate and blood pressure were up. The next morning she told the cardiologist it was because she saw a handsome man at the restaurant.

She wants to get out more and has asked to go to church with my parents. My mom’s convinced there’s some single octogenarian she has her eye on.

She wants to go shopping and recently bought herself some jewelry. This is the same woman who typically tries to give her things away because she “won’t be needing them much longer.” This is the same woman who has tried to commit suicide four times.

Now, I don’t care if it’s because she feels she needs a man to take care of her. She is acting alive and that’s a really big deal. And I don’t’ care if she will be 89 next month. Get that woman a black bra!