Sorry I haven't written for four days - I was with my mom, visiting my Grammie at her assisted living home on Friday. It was great to see her, as I hadn't seen her for about 5 weeks.
My Grammie is 86 years old. She has been a constant presence in my life since birth. She was even my grade school music teacher (although there, I called her Mrs. Seiler because the kids laughed at me when I called her "Gramma"). I saw her at least once a week as a kid since we'd car pool to church together. She and I also sang in Collegiate Chorale together, a choir consisting of all types of people in the community. I'm lucky that I'm 42 years old and I can still say I have a grandma - and she's the last one (I never knew my dad's parents - they died before I was born or shortly after).
Things are a little different now - inside, she's still the same person but she can't walk and suffers from dementia so a lot of times she thinks I'm my mom. She gets confused often and doesn't converse much anymore (which is a MAJOR change - we're all big gabbers in my family!).
When we moved Grammie into her assisted living place and sold her house, we each got to go through and take what we wanted - some people did the typical thing and went for the "good stuff" - the expensive china, the silver set, the beautiful (and real) jewelry - but not me.
|Grammie's travel diary, stuffed to the gills with ephemera|
I'd like to think that I'm elevating those tickets stubs to a higher purpose and preserving her memories in a different way, one of which (I hope!) she'd be proud.
|ATC made with some of the (MANY) ticket stubs Grammie kept from her travels|