Grandma loves me. Of that I have no doubt. However, if I was ever going to have second thoughts about it, this visit would have been the time.
Grandma had a health scare in July and her already terrible short-term memory issues have become a bit more concerning. Knowing Grandma has a 15 second recent button on her memory (it's like a conversation with Dory from Finding Nemo) I decided to call her the day before I was to arrive for a visit. I spoke with her and was pleasantly surprised she knew exactly who I was and even remembered to ask questions about our recent move.
Forward to 16 hours later. I walk in the door of her apartment and, after 30 mins of visiting, she tells me my sister Ky called yesterday and said she was on her way to visit so I couldn't stay long. Being that Ky lives in another province and I hadn't heard anything about an impromptu visit, I realized right away Grandma was now confused about my visit.
When I assured Grandma it had been me who had called yesterday, she looked very serious. "Oh. I guess I shouldn't have said you could come. I was sure it was Ky."
|Grandma with her two favourite girls: Vicki and not me.|