recently, my grandmother had a stroke. it left half of her her body paralyzed - she cant move her right arm and leg despite being right handed. her typical day starts in her bed, where she is later lifted onto her wheelchair. when the weather permits, she takes a stroll (in her chair) but lately she just sits in the living room watching tv. minus a couple of meals, she spends her hours watching tv and pondering life - until about 9:30 when she hits the sack.
last night i went out, hanging out with friends. around 12am (Greek time) i came to my favorite internet cafe here in katerini (where i am typing this now) and spent a couple of hours chatting with you guys, blogging, etc. around 4am, i decided it was time to embark on my 12 min journey home (to my grandma's house).
as i approached the gate i made a small racket. i could hear in the distance something to begin to call my name. as i got closer to the door, i heard a faint "JU-nior, esi ise?" (junior is that you?). i quickly ran to the front door and opened it to check on my grandma. i found her sitting up in bed in an almost pitch black room, her right hand clutching her favorite icon of the mother mary. she was fine of course. i asked, "grandma! what are you still doing up!?"
in her heavy ethnic greek dialect she responded: "what are you doing staying out all night? i was waiting for you".
it was past 4am.
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