While cleaning my grandmother’s flat for the weekend guests – my mother found a book I’d loaned her last summer. As a book mark in the book, my grandmother had used a “package to pick-up” notice from the post office. My box of books from Amazon. My grandmother was in the final stages of being… Continue reading Did I pick this up?
My grandmother has dementia. It runs in the family. Her mother had it. Her mother’s father, allegedly, had it. (I’m choosing to take the positive here that my grandmother didn’t start getting bad at remembering things until she was 86.)