The lady in the middle is my grandmother. About a year before this picture was taken my grandmother needed to go live in a nursing home. Shortly after that my father died and I had my grandmother moved to a nursing home closer. For two plus years I visited her every weekend (with the exception of the birth of my son). When she first went in I would pick her up and take her out to lunch or to my house for a visit. When her health and memory started failing I would just go visit her.
I remember one time I went to visit her she was telling me how she went out with the girls to play cards (she hadn't...just thought she did). She said she was wondering if her grandmother knew she wouldn't be home. (Her grandmother raised her because her mother died when she was only two). I told her that her grandmother was gone and that she was 83 years old herself. My poor grandmother started crying to hear that her grandmother had died. After that, when ever she asked I would tell her that I would stop on my way home and let her grandmother know she wouldn't be home that night. My grandmother died two and half years after this picture was taken. I sure do miss her!
When my son was a baby I remember going in his room one day and I smelled my grandmother. I like to think that she was there with him that day.
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