Missing My Grandparents

My Grandparents "Memere & Pepere"X-Mas 2006. They're my mothers parents, Wicked French Canadian

I'm having trouble summing up the emotions I felt today. I can't quite put my finger on why it is so hard to talk to older folks. Perhaps its due to the fact that many of them are hard of hearing, and no one feels particularly comfortable SHOUTING at someone, someone who is so fragile and soft spoken. It is so easy to strike up a conversation with someone of your own age, pick a topic, any topic; music, movies, clothes, gadgets....our generation is just constantly being entertained. Older folks have just seen so much in their lifetime yet in old age they are living so simply, quiet, and peaceful, it's almost harder to try and narrow down a good topic. Whats more is that all I could think about today was how much those women enjoyed our visit, but will they remember it? Will we? I feel a little bad that this is my senior year and I may not ever again visit the care center, or any other care center for some time. I already have forgotten most of their names, and they ours most likely. The women from Staten Island was so sad to see us leave, and she tried so hard to remember our names in the short amount of time with us.
I'm not regretting our visit in any way, I just feel that I personally need some closure. I am just very great full to have my youth and a whole long lifetime ahead of me, and to know that my grandparents are alive and well and in their own homes. I know people have busy lives, I guess I am just wishing that those women are visited by their families.
I wish I could walk away from this experience feeling more hopeful and appreciative, but I can't. I'm depressed. Maybe I'm just sensitive, or maybe I should have just stayed at the center and played scrabble.
All I know is I miss my grandparents real bad, so I'm gonna show you all a picture of them now.