I love my four-year-old son, I honestly do. But lately, he has scared the crap out of me. He has wedged a deep fear into my soul. Now, before you jump to judging me, allow me to explain. His mother and I welcomed her parents into our home about six years ago. Gramps and Grammy were both in their mid-sixties and not doing so well at taking care of themselves. We did not want them in a senior care facility.
Everything was going fine up to last Tuesday. That evening, I stood at my son’s bedroom door and watched him kneel at his bed and pray. “Dear, Lord, please bless Mommy, Daddy, and Grammy.” He paused, looked up at the ceiling, then added, “And goodbye to Gramps.”
Naturally, I was dumbfounded. Why goodbye to Grandpa? Gramps had been doing fine despite his seldom bouts with dementia. It wa
