Remembering
At Denny’s, my grandma remembered her order but not her son’s name. She’s 4’9 growing shorter as if losing memories also means losing inches. She’s lost all recollection of the Polish pottery, the Persian pastries, and the proper position to hold cutlery that won’t be needed here in this South Carolina breakfast diner. Though, soon she too won’t remember a lifetime of being called daughter, wife, mother, grandmother, businesswoman, boss and friend.
What she hasn’t lost, is her need to remind everyone she loves them. That is, even if she’s confused about who they are. The other day she said to me, as if somehow growing larger in stature, “You’re my favorite Daughter-in-law.”
Grandma, you’re my favorite uncle too!
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Katie
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