Twila

I've been thinking about my grandma again. My dad explains that she is lost in time and space, and whenever he says that it makes me think about her floating around in a black cosmos studded with with stars. She gets increasingly confused about where she is and when she is and forgets who's alive and who's dead. And yet she can be such a pleasure to visit with. The children just nod and smile when she asks them for the fifth time how their summer vacation is, but she always shows such interest in them and chuckles with pleasure to see Goose doing her cute two-year-old things. She's been sick this week and who knows how much more time she has here. The thing about Grandma is that the vast majority of her life she has been so helpful and energetic and contributing. She has done so much good to her family and neighbors. Old age seems so unfair in the things that it takes from people.