Today, Granny thought I was one of the care-givers in the home. It was okay. I was thankful to be with her for the time we had. Every time she picked up the card we brought for her, she was excited that someone loved her. Two minutes later, she was able to experience the same emotion...and again in another minute. I'm sure tomorrow when she finds the two cards in her room, she will be glad someone loves her, even if she is uncertain who it is.
Granny wanted to go back to bed when I left today. I walked her to her room as she shuffled in her walker. Once there, she sat on the bed and I sat beside her. Cautiously, I asked if I could pray for her before I left. She leaned her entire body into me as I held her and prayed. My emotions were tender because my 90 year old Granny is now so child-like. So much of her independence has been stripped away. Her memories gone. Her life so fragile. Her days so uncomfortably quiet. I found myself wondering, "What is her purpose now?"
I think I'll be wrestling with this question tonight as my head hits the pillow.
I love my Granny. She has been a blessing in my life. I pray she will know God's peace, mercy, and kindness with every day on earth.
Good night, Granny. I love you.