This is the first mothers day without my Grandma Edith. She was 94 when she passed away. My dad threw a rose into the ocean to remember her today.
This is something I wrote about a couple months back:
The last gift my grandmother ever gave.
The weekend of Thanksgiving, I went to visit my grandmother who is just a few minutes from my house. She lived in an assistant living community and had Alzheimer’s. We usually go for about 20 minutes depending on if she is asleep or if she is doing an activity. We went in and she was in her wheel chair, wearing her hat that has sequences on it. My dad said hello and then I kneeled down to say hello. She gave me a tiny smile. The last of its kind. My dad said that he hadn’t seen her smile in a long time, but that I got the last smile. When I left my house to go back to csun, I waved to her and said goodbye with out knowing that Thanksgiving 2008 would be the last time I saw her. That was my last gift from her. A smile that will last a lifetime.
