My grandma had a wonderful day yesterday at my mom's house for Thanksgiving. She didn't remember our names or the last time we were all together. She asked us a million questions, most repeating from just moments ago. What my grandma did know at that point was love. The whole family were focused on her laugh and her smile.
Grandma raised all of us. She let us ride mattresses (床垫) down the stairs, ski on the little hill in her backyard, and watch movies at late night. She taught all 9 grandkids how to swim in the pool. She taught us how to be creative, make Christmas cookies, and help those less fortunate (幸运的 ) than us. It's hard to believe that she doesn't remember our names or other children's. But for her sake it's all OK. I tell her that it's just all right and that's how it's supposed to be. As long as she's happy, the memory doesn't need to be here.
There's one name she does remember, though. She called him by his name: Charlie. Her Charlie. We miss what my grandma used to be and we miss her Charlie. But yesterday was a wonderful day for us. We had her laugh and through that laugh and the way she said his name, we had grandpa there too.
