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A Picture of Thanksgiving

11/10/2014

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I knew I was supposed to appreciate my blessings on Thanksgiving, but as we pulled into my grandparents’ driveway, I had mixed feelings. I was thankful to still have my grandparents. I was glad my girls could know their great-grandparents. But lately, visiting them was difficult – sometimes even heartbreaking – as I watched their health decline.

Grandpa, once a big, strong farmer who operated bulldozers and hauled truckloads of rock, cattle and corn, could no longer walk from his chair in the living room to the kitchen table without assistance.
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In the past, Grandma had handled their finances. She balanced the checkbook, figured income taxes and paid the hired men. But lately she’d become confused and disoriented. Sometimes during conversation she'd mix up her words. She also struggled with her memory. Last year at my parents’ 50th anniversary party, we watched a slideshow of family photos. Time and again Grandma asked, “Who is that?” as the faces of her children and grandchildren flashed across the screen.

I grabbed my camera and closed the van door. As I walked up the sidewalk, a question lurked in the back of my mind. Would Grandma even know me today?

Voices and laughter echoed through the house. In the living room, family members greeted us. Grandma looked up with a blank expression.

“That’s Sheri,” my mom said from across the room. “You remember my daughter, Sheri. Right, Mom?” 

Grandma gave a slight, unconvincing nod. Maybe she thought I looked familiar in some vague way, but her eyes never seemed to register.

Over the next few minutes I listened to the same conversations I’d heard as a kid. Grandpa asked Dad if he'd gotten his corn picked before the snow started falling. Somehow, the discussions always focused on farming. Grandma sat silent.  

I held my camera out to my aunt. “Would you mind?’

Curt and I sat on either side of my grandparents. Our girls settled down on the floor.
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From the corner of my eye, I noticed Grandma staring at me. Her eyes narrowed, studying me. All of a sudden she gave me a bright smile.

“I am so glad to see you here!” She patted my knee with her wrinkled hand.

I was completely caught off guard. Had Grandma suddenly recognized me? I couldn't say for sure, but I’ll never forget my initial thought when she spoke those words.  

That’s probably what she’ll say when she sees me in heaven!

I let the idea settle over me. Of course. Grandma may not recognize me today, but she will definitely know me in heaven. I needed that little reminder to look at the big picture.

A few months later, Grandma and Grandpa moved into a full-time care facility. Sadly today, Grandma’s Alzheimer’s has progressed to the point that she can no longer form words. But I know this isn't the end of the story. Grandma and I will talk again.

Until then, I’ll treasure that photo with my grandma’s hand planted firmly on my knee. Each time I see it, my heart fills with thanksgiving because I know there’s a better future waiting for Grandma.

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Shawnelle Eliasen link
11/12/2014 11:37:25 am

Oh ,how precious. I love it! I can't wait to hear my Mamo (grandmother) greet me in heaven, too. Thanks Sheri.

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Sheri
11/13/2014 12:57:30 pm

You are very welcome, Shawnelle! I appreciate your encouraging words. :-)

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