Grandma took the drunken state of adult grandson

John Righteous God, my grandson is in trouble right now, but I pray that Your favor shines over his life once again. I pray that he looks to You and does not fixate on what he sees. Let Your hope uplift him in his time of trouble. Psalm Sovereign God, You are beyond whatever we could ever ask, think or imagine and we are in awe of You for that. We pray that this revelation shines a light in the darkness every grandson feels surrounded by. You are our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.

They may be losing -- or already have lost -- some of their cognitive ability, and their judgment may be clouded. The perpetrator can be anyone from a stranger to a friend, caretaker, relative, or trusted financial advisor. I have seen this financial abuse in the course of my own work helping the elderly organize their finances. Smith all names in this article have been changed was years old and living independently in an upscale facility in Fairfield County, Connecticut. None of his children or relatives lived nearby. About three years ago, I started helping him with his bill-paying and financial organization. I visited him twice a month to sort through his mail and help him decide what was junk and what he needed to read.

My father once asked his mother, artist Annette Nancarrow, what she thought of Leon Trotsky. He just wanted her impression of the exiled Bolshevik, whom she had first met in Mexico City in the late s, in the studio of her close friend and, my father suspected, future lover Diego Rivera. The answer was vintage Nancarrow. As a painter, she saw the part of the surface that revealed the inner man — the bourgeois fop within the fiery revolutionary. And as a connoisseur of style, she appreciated good leather.

Her name was Kay Blackwell. I never knew my grandpa. He died long before I was born.