So her sense of humor was still there, and I was hopeful that she had a memory. Not a memory of me...I knew that was too much...but a memory of the Colorado mountain house we both loved.
"Oh! I'm sorry I didn't make any cookies for you. I didn't know you were coming."
That's about when it hit me...Grandma's not gone. She's still Grandma, with the same personality and temperament--the sense of humor, the kindness, the desire to be a great hostess. It's just that her memories are gone.
And that's weird. Can you still be who you are without your memories?
Sep 2, 2006
the self and its memory
It's heavy, emotional going, but you really should read the teacher/ref/poet's latest, Buying my grandmother candy.