I hadn’t seen my grandma in 8 years.
She used to knit me the cutest dresses when I was little.
She taught me to look in the mirror and see beauty.
She laughed so hard once, soda squirted out her nose.
She didn’t remember who I am this time. She seemed to be somehow lost most of the time. She only smiled a few times, probably vain attempts at making things seem alright.
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That must be so hard. I've been lucky not to have experienced that. My mom takes care of those with Alzheimers. It's so hard.
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