Because the gods hate my family

A week ago, my grandma fell (luckily she was at moms). She broke her hip, which required surgery. She was just transferred to a nursing home for a few weeks of physical therapy. Now, here's the deal: I've been telling my family for over two years that she needs to have someone living ful time with her, and all I've been getting back is 'oh, she's just fine. don't worry so much.' Now, though, they're actually listening, and hubby and I are officially living downstairs full time. We're moving.