We walked through the front doors and spotted Grandma hunched in a wheelchair near the nurse’s station. She sat with her elbow propped on the chair, holding her head with her hand. Every time I see her she looks less like my grandmother. I took a deep breath.
“Hi Grandma, do you remember me?”
She stared into space.
“I’m Sheri … Delores’s daughter.”
I felt awkward, but kept talking anyway. If nothing else, it helped me block out the guy down the hall who kept yelling.
“This is Madison, my daughter. She’s playing softball this summer and she does gymnastics. She likes to do flips.”
Grandma’s eyes looked vacant. I squatted down next to her. She was more interested in the camera hanging on my neck than she was in me.
I couldn't remember the last time I’d had a picture with Grandma. I gave Madison the camera. “Will you take a couple pictures?”
I kneeled down. "Can we get your picture, Grandma?" She looked at me.
No. I mean, she really looked at me.
At that moment, Madison snapped this picture ...