B's grandfather is elderly (duh) and not exactly in the best health. Recently, he has had to spend sometime at a nursing home to get back on his feet.
We went to visit him.
Nursing homes must all be about the same. We walked in signed in and followed the signs to his room.
In a heartbeat, I was back with my grandmother on a hot summer day instead of a winter one. I did not anticipate this. Maybe I should have.
My vision shifted, my ears roared, and my heart pounded. It was just like my grandmother. B's grandfather's room was at the end of the hallway, and that hall went on forever. Each step moving us backwards instead of forwards.
She has not been gone for very long, only 18 months, but still, I think of her daily. I made her fudge for the holidays. I looked at her needle work and admired it.
My grandmother was pretty darn great, and I miss her.