Taking Care Of My Adoptive Grandpa

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Wassup! Wassup! Wassup! Wassup my peeps! I know that most of my loyal 1.5 readers need a Sunday, as much as they need a whole in their head. We just have to take a chill pill or our crazy meds, whichever works faster and for longer and deal with Sunday as it happens. I Just hope that wherever you are, you are having a great morning, afternoon, evening or night. As always, enjoy your life to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you, no matter what happens.

On a grandparent note! Yesterday I had a really interesting experience with my wife’s grandfather, who is also my Godfather. I took care of him for a couple of hours while he was in the emergency room. You see, it was an interesting experience for me, in the sense that out of all of my grandparents, I only got to meet my maternal grandmother. But I didn’t get to see her much, because she lived back in The Dominican Republic and I grew up in The United States. So I never got to experience what it was like, to care for her, when she was elderly. To say the least, I’m going to say, that when an elderly person wants to use the bathroom, it’s not always clean and or easy, but trust me, it was worth every minute of my time. The truth is, that I got to know, understand and go through that experience with my elderly Godfather, who I’ve always seen as my adoptive grandfather. It was something that I wished I had experience with my own grandparents, but hey… that’s life. Oh one more thing! I call my wife’s family, my adoptive family, because they have always treated me like if I’m one of them. I really appreciate that from them.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!