I had another post planned for this week, a post about Alzheimer’s research and new advances in the field. But on April 1st, I got a phone call. My grandmother, who has been living with Alzheimer’s for several years, was getting moved to hospice and was not doing well.
The past nine days have been spent visiting her at hospice, hoping for peace and comfort to find her, spending time with aunts, uncles, and cousins, and remembering the grandma we all once knew.
The grandma we remember was the woman who would organize a gigantic garage sale every Memorial Day at their cottage home on the lake. The woman who would cook in the tiny kitchen at the cottage and feed anyone and everyone who walked through the door. The woman who would make the world’s best crepes and the most fantastic caramel brownies. The woman who raised eight kids, took care of her husband, and entertained grandchild after grandchild and never seemed to grow tired. The woman who always had a kind word and a hug at the ready.
I won’t let Alzheimer’s take my memories, and I will remember the strong, incredible, beautiful woman my grandmother will always be to me. Even if she has forgotten.