I saw Grandma Jean the next day, Tuesday, May 29th, 2001. Written in my day planner after I saw her: "She looks even smaller than she is." She'd seemed to shrink. That was part of what scared me about her stroke.
And I dealt with the scare by joking. Maybe with Grandma; but I know I joked other times because I wrote them down. When Shirley, the discharge specialist, suggested ways to get Grandma to a rehab center, I added "And there's always FedEx." Shirley chuckled, at least.
I hope I joked with Grandma Jean too, when I could.