1 + 1 = Trey (3)

Last weekend Trey and I met my parents in Sweetwater to help out with taking care of Peepaw. He had been in the hospital for about 10 days, was turning 92, and my parents were taking him back north with them so that he could be in an assisted living group home near them. With his weakened physical and mental state, the nine hour drives from Virginia were becoming too frequent and too grueling for my parents and brother.

Having just been released from the hospital and with who knows how much medication in his system, he wasn’t very responsive during the short time we had with him. You’ll notice in the video below that he seems pretty distant and tired.

Back in Macon, Trey recently asked me if Peepaw was dead yet. I replied with “No, did you think he was?” Trey replied with an observation that was impressive for his age, “No, but he’s really old and misses Grammaw. I think he wants to go to heaven.”

Nothing beats spending New Year’s Eve with good friends. Being in Florida we went to our friends the Randall’s place to celebrate. They’ve sort of become the de-facto hosts for a circle of friends’ annual party (I don’t think they mind too much because they are so awesome).

Heidi’s best friend from high school came with her husband and son who is Trey’s age. Between the two of them, the Randall’s gang of boys, and all the other kids, there was plenty of entertainment.

We had a small scale fireworks show (that still amazed the boys) and by the time the ball dropped all of the kids had passed from exhaustion at various locations throughout the house. Trey managed to hold out the longest but our little Superman finally crashed on the couch.