It’s difficult, looking into the eyes that recognized me yesterday, but not today.
Having the hand, that so gently, lovingly, held mine 24 hours ago, suddenly pull away at my touch.
Biting my lip, I manage to suppress the tears and try speaking softly.
Her face goes blank. The bright eyes that gazed upon me so tenderly and with such pride my whole life, have grown dim.
She begins to utter nonsensical words.
“Love you, Gran,” I whisper, flashing my warmest smile.
“Maybe tomorrow,” I say to myself as I rise and kiss her cheek. “Maybe she’ll recognize me tomorrow.”
Having the hand, that so gently, lovingly, held mine 24 hours ago, suddenly pull away at my touch.
Biting my lip, I manage to suppress the tears and try speaking softly.
Her face goes blank. The bright eyes that gazed upon me so tenderly and with such pride my whole life, have grown dim.
She begins to utter nonsensical words.
“Love you, Gran,” I whisper, flashing my warmest smile.
“Maybe tomorrow,” I say to myself as I rise and kiss her cheek. “Maybe she’ll recognize me tomorrow.”
