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It is mid-July 2009 in Russell, Kansas. This unassuming town is not necessarily the heartbeat of the Midwest. It represents more of a slight pulse. I am sitting in the back seat of a white GMC Suburban. It is huge! And immaculate!
The two front seats contain the hindquarters of my 48-year-old brother, Steve, and of my 104-year-old grandmother, Kora. Half-asleep, I suddenly come to when I realize we are moving at a speed way beyond the “suggested limit.” Grandma is at the wheel, driving rather aggressively and without much regard to those around her. Surprisingly, we manage to stay somewhat between the lines, although at times, she swerves and nearly misses a fire hydrant or passerby.
“I can’t believe they are still letting me drive!” Grandma laughs, as she makes the vehicle go seemingly airborne amidst oncoming traffic.
At that point, I notice she is not wearing her glasses and that she is squinting fiercely.
It is then that I realize we are no longer in Russell. We are nearing Kansas City. And it is snowing. There is a thin sheet of ice upon the road. Grandma drives undeterred by the elements. It is still July. This is really weird.
I yell to my brother to stop her. “You need to do the driving. Do something! We are going to get killed!”
I then reach for my purse in search of my lip stick. For some reason, amidst the chaos, I have a sudden urge to touch up my lips. I guess I was thinking it would make me look better in the morgue. I then see a chocolate shop to my right. That sounds good, I say to myself.
Grandma is still diving like a complete maniac. I keep thinking to myself, “Why is she driving? Her privileges were taken away a few years ago. What is going on?”
“Steve! Stop her. She is going to crash this thing!” I continue to yell. My heart is beating rapidly. I can scarcely breathe. I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here.
I open my eyes abruptly. I see a clock before me. It reads 5:16 a.m.. The sun has yet to rise. It is then that I realize I am in my bed and have just awakened from a wild nightmare. Thank goodness. I had to gather my wits about me. My heart was still on overdrive.
“Did that really happen?” I slightly mused to myself.
I then got out of bed and gave thanks that it was just a dream. A wild ride in my sleep. However, perhaps it represented a wild ride all of its own. It was a subconscious presentation to me of my grandmother’s unique and exciting life of nearly 105 years and counting on this planet of ours. They say dreams are symbolic. I truly believe this one was. Grandma has always been driven and has been known to do the controversial from time to time. She has often taken me along with her for the ride.
This dream has provided the catalyst for a story that will set your emotions in overdrive. Buckle up. Hang on. Enjoy the ride. Get ready for an adventure like no other. Stay tuned…
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That is hilarious! I know...my grandma would drive if she could. She still lives alone. Meals on Wheels asked her if she was interested in their program, but she told them she did not have the time to volunteer! Here is a neat little video about my grandma:
August 8, 2009 - 9:03amhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36SACspVO_8
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Some years ago a woman in her seventies was in hospital and on the day she was to be discharged a nurse asked her if someone was coming to collect her. The woman replied that yes, her father was collecting her. The nurse reported to her matron that she thought the woman was a bit deluded. Later on the same day an old man came in to collect the aptient and the matron asked his relationship to the patient. 'I'm her father' he replied and he was - at 103 years old he was still active and driving. This is a true story.
August 8, 2009 - 4:11amThis Comment