Grandma has good days and bad days. But I am thankful that even on the bad days, we can find reasons to laugh.It was at the end of one such bad day this week when I stood in the hallway with Brian. I was lamenting for Grandma her woes. The memory troubles. The extreme fatigue. The feelings of confusion. And Brian chimed in, "Yeah. I feel the same way sometimes, and I'm only 43!" I paused long enough to be polite before I responded, "Uh, dear, you're 44." At that point, we both burst out laughing!