I am currently sitting in a retirement home in Iowa City, Iowa. This winter break I am visiting my grandmother who is a resident here. It is strange taking care of the woman, my last living grandparent. The tables have turned and the roles reversed. It is hard to comprehend that the woman sleeping in the next room is the same person that watched the Sound Of Music and taught me to sew. As people age, It is interesting to see how they evolve. My grandmother beams when I am around. That makes me guiltier that I am leaving. She is eternally proud of me. I wish that translated into health. I wish she wasn’t so scared. I wish she didn’t forget my name. I wish I could see her more often and I wish she would fight more. I love her.
-Morgan
