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A Week with Grandma
By Sherry Churchill
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Aunt Sally had left no instructions about the teeth! After thirty minutes or so, Grandma came walking in with her teeth in her hand, trying to hand them to me, and I said, “Grandma, you’re gonna have to do it yourself because I don’t know anything about teeth!” So she finally put them back in herself. I am finishing this a few years later. Grandma has since passed away and I realize now that the week with Grandma was just about the most special time we ever had together. It took her about two days to recognize me. I kept saying, “Grandma, it’s me, Sherry. I love you, Grandma”. The moment she realized who I was, it was clear. I saw the recognition on her face, as she headed toward me. She patted and stroked my arm over and over and mumbled, “I love you. I love you”. Our mutual “I love you’s” lasted all week long. I recall trimming her hair just before the trip to the mall. I got out my curling iron and tried, to no avail, to curl her hair. It was straight as a stick. I told her I couldn’t get her hair to curl and she laughed with delight, sort of a devilish little chuckle. Now that I think about it, she always used to say how uncooperative her hair always was. Grandma, I miss you so much. You were always such a big part of my childhood. I am so very thankful for that week with you. But I have an incredible, new respect for full-time caregivers. Thank you, Aunt Sally. I’m sure there is a special place in Heaven for you and others like you.

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