Chapter 32 : Grandma Knows Best

**Callan "You don't have to come, Dad," I said, glaring over my shoulder. My father was huffing about taking Grandma back to the nursing home. It wasn't that he didn't think she belonged there; we both knew with the way her mind was fading that she was better off under the care of professionals. Instead, he just didn't want to go to a place where death happened pretty much every day. My mother's unexpected passing had really done a number on him. "That's right, dear," Grandma scowled. "You don't have to come with. Of course, if you refuse to see me anywhere that reminds you of death then I guess you'll never be seeing me again." For as often as she was confused, Grandma was pretty sharp, too. "Ma..." Dad groaned. There was nothing like a sarcastic, guilt-trip-fueled comment from mother to son to make a grown man revert to childlike tendencies. If only he could grasp the importance and the memories of those little moments, he might be less upset. He mig