My grandmother is 88 years old, and so of course every day closer to making her way out of this world.
I visited her today, and I couldn't help but note how feeble she has become. She sat in her wheelchair, dozing, and I marveled to think of the vivacious young woman she must have been. Not so long ago, she ran! She laughed, and played! She studied and put her mind and hands to use serving others. She made a life with my grandpa, and together they raised a beautiful family. So much life!
After lunch, she was helped into bed for a nap. I sat in the next room, thinking. I heard her speak and went to the bedside. She was talking in her sleep. "The sun is shining," she said, "so that's good." She spoke more while asleep than she had during the hour previous, while several of us had sat with her for lunch.
Her eyes fluttered open as I stood watching, and she smiled. She called me a name I don't recognize (Annette?). I wonder who she thought I was! :)
I watched my grandma sleep, and I wondered if I was looking at my future. I only hope I can live so full a life!