They were due to leave in five hours. Mason took him aside to see if the man’s head was on straight before they went into the field. “It was awful, Mase. I was home just last year for Christmas and Grandpop was rock solid. But really it wasn’t so much him I was worried about. Seriously, he didn’t recognize Mom or me. He didn’t even realize he was going into assisted living. It was how it was tearing Mom apart that killed me.” Mason thought about his grandfather on his dad’s side. He might not get around well, but he had all his faculties and he was great to be around. He was in a nursing home, but he had his own apartment and he loved it there. He had tons of friends and it was close to where his parents lived. But Grandpa just becoming a shell? He couldn’t imagine it. “How is your mom holding up?” “Not good. I think I have her convinced to move out here.” “How about you?”
