so as you all know, my grams is whittling down to nothing. one of the strongest women i know (the other, most likely, my other grandmother) can no longer get out of bed on her own.
it's hard to watch, but i've tried to visit her as much as i can. i'm not sure that she knows me anymore, but she smiles and nods at me. she also waves her hand at me when i ask her if she's comfortable or if i can get her anything.
a couple of weekends ago, i was hanging out with my cousins (whom i rarely see) at my grandmother's apartment. she lives with my parents, which, growing up, was always fun. she'd baby sit us, check up on us, let us watch tv with her, scold us when we needed it, offer us advice when we didn't want it (but needed it anyway).
i was going through my limited polish vocabulary with her. she smiled and laughed as i struggled over words like "zimny" (cold) and "swinia" (pig). i told her - "you taught me that, grams!"
and in her infinite though perhaps clouded wisdom, she responded with "I taught you everything."
and that, my bloggy friends, is quite true.
current itunes song: "silent house" by the dixie chicks
So many books...
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