My Italian Grandmother was a wonderful woman. I always felt blessed growing up inher home a boy. She worked hard, laughed loud, and was never afraid of life threw at her.
When she fell and broke her hip in hereighties, my Dad (force) to admit that he could no longer take care of herat home. It was with a heavy heart Dad moved Grandmother into a nursinghome.
Our whole family gathered together for her90th birthday in the nursing home dining room. It was a wonderful celebrationof her life and the love we all had her.
Shortly after that birthday, however, lifegave her the (tough) challenge of all as age and illness started to takeher mind from her too. The Dementia (痴呆)grew worse and worse. At times when I visited her she didn't know I was.During one of these visits I was holding her hand while she slept. When sheawoke, her eyes stared at me and I could tell she didn't recognize . Shelooked down at my hand (hold) hers and instead of pulling hers away, shesmiled at me. Then she closed her eyes and went (peace) back to sleep. Icould see then that even though her mind didn't remember me, her spirit stillremembered love.
