Near the End
Watching someone change into someone they are not so quickly is really hard. Thinking back to times when my grandma would remember to call her cousin and sister or make a grocery list every Wednesday for my mother to pick up for her are all in the past. Dementia has taken over. My grandma has a whole entire new mindset. Why? Why did this disease choose someone so sweet, kind, and loving? Why can't there be medicine to save her memory and remember me forever? Visiting her in the nursing home and seeing the state she is in, only makes me think of every good memory I've had. I'll also never forget the day that changed the way we cared for my grandma for ever. I was younger, maybe 15 or 16 years old. I was in the yard beside my Memaws house playing football with the neighborhood kids. Through all the yelling and shouting, I heard a smoke alarm so I told every one to shut up. I knew when I heard the alarm clearly, that it was my grandmas. I ...