
I was named after my Grandmother on my mother's side( well, both sides, she and I share a first name.) Shehas advanced Alzheimer's and now lives with my Aunt on the farm in California and spends her time crocheting doilies all day, hundreds of them because every few hours she forgets she was working on one and starts a new one.
She has no idea who I am, who my mother is. People would call my name at my Aunt's and Grandma would say "Hey! I'm Chris!" and I would say " "I know, you and I have the same name. I was named after you. I'm your granddaughter, Clarissa Anne." and she'd perk up and say "I'm Clarissa! pleased to meet you!"
We had this conversation at least a few times each day. The first time it was so upsetting to me, I had to excuse myself and cry. I am okay with her forgetting who I am, we were never super close and she and my mother were not close, but it is hard to see anyone this way, especially someone you love.
She had a very hard life and thew world was a cold place for her, life was always filled with hardship. I don't know how she dealt with things, I never knew her as a person all that well, she always reminded me of Edith from All in the Family, in fact, as a small child I thought that was our family, as Archie looked like and talked like my grandfather, and my mom and dad looked like Rob Reiner and Suzanne Feed- the -children- whats- her- face.
Grandma taught me how to crochet, I am the only grandchild who remembers and still does it, although my skills are limited. She use to play the piano and we'd sing "say say oh playmate, come out and play with me..." and "I am a Child of God." She canned cherries that I hated and peaches that I loved. She lived in a big farm that produced nothing but dirt and sorrow in Wendell, Idaho and we'd visit her there, but never stay.
Although I know her forgetting things was a blessing, knowing her life, it was hard to see her so helpless. To help her undress and put her to bed like a child was difficult to get through without crying, but to see her face light up every time "That pretty little girl who keeps coming in here," Romy-- walked in the room was nice and felt good. I told Romy something was sick in this Grandma's brain and every time you hug her, she will think it's the first time and she will forget a few minutes later that you hugged her,and Romy was so sweet, she hugged her every time she came past, stopped and made sure she looked Grandma in the eyes and said "I love you." And Grandma would say "I love you, too." The 10-15 minutes later she would do it again.




























