Reflecting: Kettles, Window, Pain


I just figured out how to upload photos from my mobile phone. I mesmerized my Poppie today with my Nokia’s ability to morph into a camera.

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.

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2 Responses to “Reflecting: Kettles, Window, Pain”
  1. Agent B says:

    Thanks for sharing.

    Great post.

  2. Sue says:

    Yes, Nelly, all you need is love…and you gave it big time by holding her and letting those tears drop. True “words” those tears! How precious you are to hold her!!
    Making your grandpa laugh using his shiny kettle just busts our gut! We love kettles and glad for his to bring him joy through his lovely and bubbly granddaughter…YOU!
    Love to you,
    Sue and Morgan

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