Man down

Months ago, my brother warned my Dad and the rest of the family that grandpa's greatest danger was that of falling and breaking something. This point was further demonstrated by said grandfather when he would demonstrate (not remembering that his knee/leg was a problem longstanding (or rather not so much with the standing around) and thinking instead it was something recent) by showing us how unsteady he was without his walker. Gah. It was like watching a toddler poke a rabid weasel with a stick.

Anyway, he fell today. And he broke his leg - close enough to the hip (yeah, the big bone - owie) that it's damn serious. Dad's not coming to NY next weekend for uncle Graham's memorial, but I've just bought my plane ticket, so I'm off without him, and just when I was hoping to spend at least a little time with him.

When you're dealing with a 92-year old, 'I've fallen and I can't get up' is pretty damn serious shit.