My grandmom decided she can walk tonight. She's been moving her legs up and down and back and forth with the proudest face I've ever seen on an 80 year old woman lying in a hospital bed in depends...Part of me wishes my grandmom could walk again, and part of me is thankful I'm not chasing the old lady all over the neighborhood anymore. She's either in bed, or in her living room chair, or in the wheelchair at the kitchen table. "Where'd grandmom go?" is no longer a question or worry in my mind. But seeing how much she wanted to walk tonight got me a little sad. She's German. What more do I expect from that strong fighting breed? Honestly, part of me really believed tonight she could hop out of that bed and walk, and I'm sure if Steve the therapist was around still he'd have her up and hopping...and probably drinking coffee and eating chocolate.