When I was a kid, and we’d go to visit Blue Grandma, she would always try to feed me. It seemed to be a kind of reflex with her; see a kid, feed it. She did the same thing with my cousins when they came to visit.
Yesterday I took my youngest sprog to visit her in the hospital. She’s been there almost a month now. She’s got a feeding tube because she’s not able to eat until her throat heals. She’s having physical therapy because she can’t walk on her own. She’s confined to her chair and can’t get up without the help of a nurse.
But she still managed to feed my son. She told him where the nurses keep the soda and graham crackers, and instructed him to go and get himself some.
I have to admire her tenacity.