I have received a few picture updates from my mom this week about my grandmother. Each picture shows a more despondent person, someone who may be giving up on life. It's so hard so see this once heartfelt woman slipping away in front of me. I realize that she is ninety five and that she has lived a full life, but she is still my Grams. I am pained to hear my mom say that her mother doesn't recognize her as her daughter but as a someone she doesn't even know. My mom is lost.
I saw her today. I know she doesn't remember me, but I still caress her hand, say hi to her and offer her an ice cream cone. It's her favorite. I watch her slowly eat her ice cream, struggling to enjoy her favorite treat. As I lower myself to be at her level so she can see me, I tell her "I love you Grandma." She looks me in the face and says "I love you too." For one moment we were grandmother and granddaughter sharing a moment. Tears streamed as I left her.