My Grandma Sally passed away peacefully on her 94th birthday this past Monday.
We were expecting it. Around ten years ago she began showing signs of dementia. By the end she barely knew who we were. On our second to last visit, after three days packed with card playing and dominoes, she emerged from a room and saw me. “Hi Jennifer,” she said. I was so honored to be remembered.
As I am honored to remember her. I wrote about a visit to see her three or so years ago when I realized how much of me I had to thank her for. Continue Reading