Ah, sibling rivalry. You’d think they’d grow out of with age, but alas, some do not.
Gran and Marge have been inseparable for 84 years. There are seven kids in the family, so when Gran was born, Marge was left in charge of Gran, at least until Gran could talk.
Even when Marge married and left home, Gran followed. Here’s a little info about that:
“Dolores came and lived with me and Ray, and I remember Ray’s aunt asking where Dolores was sleeping, and I said ‘why, with me and Ray!’ They got her a rollaway bed after that! We didn’t think anything of it!”
I only heard that story for the first time a few years ago. I was just as surprised as you are now.
After living together, then living in several different houses in the area, Marge and Gran built their current houses right next to one another. In the mornings, Marge will come down for coffee and visits. The two of them have conversations in their own language, reminiscing, and finishing each other’s sentences and stories.
“I’m Scotch like my mother.”
“I’m just as Scottish as you!”
“She’s like old Grandma Kraus…she used to boss Grandpa Booth—”
“—Who’s Grandma Kraus!?”
Can you tell who is saying what? Yeah, neither can I. They’ve been like this as long as I’ve known them.
One afternoon the three of us walk up to Marge’s house, and Gran starts her usual rant, and I tell her to stop. This has gotten worse with the dementia. Marge speaks over Gran’s tirade. “She’s been telling me what to do all my life” then she winks and gives a little smile as if to say she can handle herself.