confessions of a reformed tourist
Although I have no way of knowing for certain, in my heart I believe that bringing my grandmother to Grenada prolonged her life by a year or two.
For a long while we took her to the beach regularly. She’d sit at the edge of the ocean, rubbing the sand on her legs. My mom or [...]
It has been a year and eight days since my Grandma passed away.
I miss her. A lot.
She lived the last 3+ years of her life in Grenada. She was pretty senile, and I got the sense that everything – the weather, the people, the view from her verandah – seemed to her like a beautiful [...]
Yesterday’s post was harder to write than I expected. All I really wanted to do was throw together a quick intro, then post my eulogy. But the “intro” ended up much longer than I intended, and not nearly as crisp as I’d hoped. By the time I was finished I had let Jack nap for [...]
In the months before Grandma Vera passed, my biggest fear was that she might suffer very greatly. I’d heard stories about Parkinsonians who had become unable to swallow and had essentially starved to death. Very slowly. With their minds intact. So when I prayed about Grandma, I prayed that once she could not take nourishment, [...]