Last weekend, while visiting my family in California, I made sure to take time to visit my Grandma.
When I arrived, her dusty-blue jammies matched her dusty-blue upholstered furniture and her brand new dusty-blue carpet. Her pink socks were the only thing that stood out.
My visit was heartwarming and heartbreaking.
At one point she asked, "What do I do with the rest of my life?"
What do you say?
Over her shoulder, I noticed her box of hair rollers; the same box she has been using since I was a little girl. Getting to stay up late and watch her put rollers in her hair was a childhood favorite!
Once in my late 20's, during a round of depression, I was able to watch my grammie roll her hair. It was the only thing that made me feel sane for a wee bit.
For a few days last summer your grams could not remember how to roll up her hair with curlers, so when she then got it together to do so, it was a relief. I think it was anyway.
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