A note for herself. Shaky writing. Three words that show obvious excitement. A visit from the granddaughter! Finally! Three words that show that she is getting old. That she doesn't trust herself to remember what seems to be an exciting event in her week. A break in routine.
More visitors. Catching up. Reminiscing. Memories of friends gone. I sit on the bed and observe. She's relaxed. She's totally comfortable with them. She looks small in her big chair. Fragile. She used to be tall, regal, confident. A prayer. For strength for her. Of thankfulness for the home she can live in. 'And bless Addie for visiting her grandma. Amen'
Oh. I don't deserve that. How many weeks has it been since I last came to see her? I don't dare count. I feel ashamed.