
Last weekend, we went up to Ottawa for a belated birthday party for Gramma. (She turned 90 on July 29th.) It was so nice to see her and everybody who came from miles away to celebrate her many years.
I have to admit that it was hard for me, very hard. Gramma’s memory is practically gone and she remembers or recognizes very few people. I was not one of those people. When Mom passed away, Gramma took up a position of confidante and advisor to me. We would have wonderfully long phone calls and yearly visits. I would love it when she would come to visit and sit in my office, reading her paper. Just being with me.
What I did love about this visit was seeing that she’s still in there somewhere. And more than anything, I’m so happy that she got to meet Claire. I’m sure she had no idea who Claire was, but for the entire afternoon, she kept her eye on Claire. Watching what she was doing. Even the occasional comment about Claire.
Claire didn’t really know what to think of Gramma and since she was tired and cranky (no nap that afternoon) she would gripe every time I brought her over to see Gramma. But once Gramma had a plate full of cake in front of her, EVERYTHING changed. They were best friends for 10 minutes.
And I got the picture I wanted more than any other:
