Grandma's quoted text will now be in blue, from this post forward.
Today I was just thinking that I ought to write a post, and to make sure to make it a happy one. To share the good moments we have been having. However, as soon as I resolved to write a smile laced post, the disease called 'Alzhiemer's' reared its ugly head. Grandma woke up with that look in her eye's. It is hard to explain fully what the look in her eyes is like, it is almost as if her pupils narrow as if zeroing in on somthing. Couple this with a blinkless gaze that seems to look past you, rather than directly at you and this is 'the look' I speak of. I pray never to see that look on another friend or family member for the remainder of my life. Today I made pizza, and cheese covered veggies for grandma, she kept going on, and on about how good it was, then she turned to me and said "Well, you got yourself a customer! I think I will come here again, sometime soon." I smiled and said "Grandma, you live here, and I am your grandaughter." There is that look again, only now it was studdying my face as if to see if I was lying. "You are my grandaughter? From who?" "Susan grandma, I am Susan's daughter, and your grandaughter." She sat back, took it all in, shook her head then said "Well, I guess you wouldnt be lying about that would you?" "No grandma, I love you, I would never lie to you. You have a disease, that makes you forget things, but dont worry because I am here to remind you" I lean in, give her a hug and she says "This disease is tricky isnt it?" "Yes grandma, it is very tricky." Then that was it, we just sat there on the couch in silence. I would keep looking over at her, and I could see her thinking about somthing, her lips were moving as if having a conversation, only no words were being spoken. "Grandma, what are you thinking about?" "I am wondering if you are lying? And you are telling the truth?" "Yes grandma, I am." then I felt her hand, she reached over and held my hand. The uncertain gaze did not seem to disapate, but her hand resting in mine seemed to speak louder than anything else. She believed me, not because she knew me, but somthing in her beneath this horrible disease truested me, and I will take that!
