This summer I was visiting my grandparents in Orono. My Meme and I get along very well and I keep her company while she takes cares of my grandfather. My Grampy has Parkinson's disease and is 91. He can't do many things by himself anymore, and it puts a great strain on my Meme. I always thought of my Grampy as strong and able minded and an absolute sweetheart. But Parkinson's changes that. Overnight my Grandfather change from a sweet, intelligent old man to an ornery, rude and in able piece of work. When he gets frustrated of angry he takes it out on my Meme. How could a man who was so sweet once turn into a mean abusive human being? I find it hard to feel bad for him anymore, or to be glad to see him. He has his "good days" and "good moments", but it does not make up for the way he treats my Meme.
One day when I was visiting them in Orono I heard them fighting. This may not seem like a huge tragedy, but to me it was me. As I listened to him yelling at her and telling her that she was stupid and ignorant because she didn't want him to drive, all I wanted was to run in to that room, and grab him and tell him exactly what I thought HE was. I could hear my grandmother crying all the way downstairs. It was one of the most scaring experiences I've ever had, it wasn't my place to do anything, and it was the hardest thing to listen to this happening without doing anything. But its not my place to do anything about it. And I have to realize that. I wrote a note saying that my boyfriend called and needed a ride so I to go get him and left the house. I went back the next day, but we've never talked about it. I think my Meme was embarrassed. I've never told anyone about it until now.
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