Grandpa was on the fifth floor, ICU. Nana on the 8th. I was only there a couple of days, and spent a significant chunk of one afternoon shopping for "rehab clothes" for Nana. But in the time I spent with them I couldn't help bring out my camera, in part for something to do.
Grandpa wanted to take his glasses off. But I insisted he leave them on.
Nana didn't want me to take a picture of her at all. But she was trapped in a bed, so I told her to get over it and make a face.
Nana's brother (Uncle Will Dee) and his wife were there to help. Uncle Will Dee has the most innocent way about him. I guess it's that crew cut and those adorable ears. And probably his kind heart.
That's Mom. Taking care of her mom.
Nana's luggage. I heart her stuff. It's all so vintage and sweet.
On the phone with Grandpa, who called from his room to make sure she was okay.