Nov 12 2018
Today, I’ve never felt so alone. Yesterday, at around lunch time, my family got a call to tell us that our 104-year-old grandmother had passed away. You’d think, with her being that old it was to be expected. Well, it was. In fact, with her level of dementia, she didn’t know any of us anymore. I knew I’d already lost her when she turned 90 and she couldn’t remember me. It wasn’t so bad before that, she’d forget me, yes, but the moment I’d come in to hug her, I felt that some spark ignited in her, and she’d remember me. She’d be the stereotypical grandmother we all see on