Reflecting: Kettles, Window, Pain
I am very fortunate that all four of my grandparents are still living. But two of them suffer from Alzheimer’s, and one quite severely. And that makes my heart hurt. (I do not have any better words than these.)
Today it felt good to just hold my Grandma Mary at the nursing home, and let my tears fall on her even as she was unresponsive and still. We watched her quivering lips, wanting to believe she was just trying to say, “I love you, too.”
Meanwhile, back at the house, my Poppie’s heart is sad, too. But I tried to cheer him with silly reflective pictures in his shiny new kettle. The light still pours in through the windowpanes, after all.