Working on some SXSW stuff for the blog today, but in the meantime, I wanted to share this photo of my grandmother as a teenager.
Right now it sits on my desktop and every hour or so, I pull it up to take a look at it. She’s so young, so happy.
My grandmother is 85 years old and her partner is in the hospital. His Alzheimer’s is starting to take over.
When I talked to my grandmother yesterday, she spoke like a woman who has nothing to look forward to. When I told her she should move to a warmer climate, she balked, “I’m at the end of my life.” When I told her that she should go out and spend time with friends, she said, “They’re all dead.” When I asked her if she will continue seeing Lionel every day at the hospital, she stated, “Yes, until one day he will forget me.”
Needless to say, it was the most uplifting conversation I’ve had in a long time.
Looking at this picture also makes me cry.
I wonder if this young woman fulfilled all her dreams.
