This is not a disease that gets better or heals in any way. No, it is a disease that takes and takes until it has taken every grain of sanity.
She is getting worse.
While she used to be able to put on her own shoes, we now have to put them on for her. She used to take little walks around the house, now she just walks a couple feet and gets exhausted. Simple tasks like brushing her teeth, getting into bed, or even voicing what she wants are tasks that take massive amounts of strength on her part.
I walked into her room and woke her up this morning and she simple, with her eyes till closed, said to me, “I love you.”
She doesn’t even know who I am, but those words still make me happy. She has so much love to offer, and she never stops trying to give it out.
As she sat in her chair this morning staring at nothing in particular, I asked her what she is thinking. She simple replies with no hesitation, “I am thinking about Heaven.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I am going there.”
I have learned so much from my little grandmother. I am thankful for every day she is here, no matter how hard it gets. Her simple ways, her simple words, she takes life one thing at a time, she has no room for anything more.
I must admit, I often wonder why she has been placed with us at this time. I wonder why we have had to go through all this change, but then I remember that God says in His Word that His plans are perfect. He knows the future, the past and every moment of our lives.
So, I can trust Him with tomorrow.
Just like my Grandma trusts with a childlike attitude.