by Linda Mose Meadows
My Granny and I walked through the sliding doors. With each wobbly step, I could sense her nervousness: We needed help. I’m sure the gentleman that found the wheelchair had witnessed Granny’s distress. I was extremely grateful for this offering.
As I now moved freely down the long medical corridor, I was relieved. But while awaiting her physician’s arrival, I believe Granny was feeling bewildered and perplexed. I kissed her cheek, smiled and tried to get her to converse about happier times. My heart ached for her as I began to recall her delicious baked chicken, streams of visiting family, her welcoming apartment, meals served on lovely blue china, the fragrant lemon cake baking, and always her loving arms embracing us home. So many memories and so many wonderful times!
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