Guess Who

While we are not (yet) to the point where Grandma guesses who we are, she seems to have developed a new favorite past-time... wanting to know all the other trivia about us. It's like breaking the ice right after a pickup line - only it's coming from a 79-year-old. We can be talking (in the middle of a conversation), driving somewhere, watching TV or cooking dinner and she pipes in:
G-ma: How old are you?
Me: I'm 23.
G-ma: What did you do today?
Me: I went to work.
G-ma: Where do you work?
Me: Latin America Mission.
G-ma: Are you in school?
Me: Yes.
G-ma: And you're how old?
You can see, I hope, where this gets old (literally). Still, never a dull moment.

Bittersweet

It has been a long time, so I long I can't remember, since I went to Fairchild Tropical Gardens. It's bigger than I remember. We couldn't get through it all! It was really nice to go there on my birthday a couple of weeks ago, and take Grandma. A lot of times, we trade 'watching her' with my aunt for special events, and there are lots of things my aunt does that Grandma just can't do anymore - especially 5Ks, hehe. Anyway, for better or worse, she changes the tone of things. Experiences, outings, meals and even tv shows are dramatically different when she's around. And a lot of times, it isn't for the better. But Fairchild was. And I was glad we didn't trade her on my birthday.

She looked happy and engaged. More and more she seems bored and distant, but she was talkative, even chirpy like a bird. If only I could've taken a picture of her face when she saw these iguana/kimodo dragon/giant lizard thingies. There was a whole family of them, and we stopped to look, along with a family with young children. Grandma was more excited than the young children.


I wish I could write a funny story right now. But sometimes, when you care for someone with dementia, a funny story just doesn't come to mind. Don't get me wrong- I smile when I think of her. She makes me laugh often. But she also makes us frustrated and angry. Because she will never be the person she was. And because one day she won't even know our names. A lot of people are putting their parents/grandparents in nursing homes now. I dread the day that happens with Grandma. There are just some things that don't change with her- she loves sweets, she prays 'that others may see Jesus in us' everytime we ask her to say grace, and she can't get over gas prices. She says she remembers when it was 15 cents a gallon.

If you have an aging parent or grandparent then you know how bittersweet it is to care for them, especially if they have more mental than physical deterioration. But for all the hard moments, I treasure the tender moments that I still have with her. She will not always be here. The last couple months have not been hilarious, but I have learned to treasure her. And see aging through different eyes. I no longer dread the possibility that I could age like she has. Her life is good. She has a family and a God that loves her, and I'm not sure what's better than that.
It was nice to watch dad and her around the gardens. I love how he almost loses her at the end of this video...

That loving feeling

When Granddaddy was still with us, he must've held Grandma's hand all the time. She loves to hold hands, and hug and pat and kiss and lean. We heard a sermon series years ago on the 'five love languages.' We've determined, with 99.7% certainty, that 'touch' is grandma's love language. Touch, unfortunately for one or both of us, is not mine...

On Monday night, I got my grade back for my last 'hard' class at FIU. I got an A!!! My parents wanted to take me out to dinner. Since my friend Kat was already over for dinner, she came along too, as did Grandma. We went to Rio Cristal, possibly the greatest Cuban restaurant Miami has ever known. I don't think Grandma cared that we were at the holy grail of good Cuban restaurants. She was only too excited to have food in front of her, and I was close enough to touch the whole meal. I mean, the WHOLE time. When she smacks my leg or arm, she calls it a 'love pat.' I think that's ridiculous. How is smacking someone a 'love pat'?!?! Kat thought the whole thing was hilarious. Looking back, I do too. Grandma even asked Kat what was on her plate, just to make sure she had a little bit of everything from everyone. It's like Halloween everytime we come to the dinner table, and Grandma's favorite game is trick-or-treat. Deny her the food off your plate, and...TRICK- she smacks you (aka Love Pat). Give her your food and...TREAT- she'll hug you for the rest of the night.

Mango mania

We were going through some drawers today that had not been looked at in a loooong time. We found miscellaneous items: some books, tablecloths, candles, pictures, letters. The best of all was a pile of clippings of Grandma's. They were faded and bent. They were recipes. You won't believe what kind of recipes. The collection reminds me of Bubba's endless shrimp list in Forrest Gump.



Here's a list of the recipes we unearthed (I'm NOT making this up):
Mango Crisp
Mango Mousse
Mango Pie
Mango Macadamia Nut Bread
Mango Cheesecake
Mango Fritters
Mango Sherbet
Mango Milkshake
Mango Drink
Mango Upside-down Cake
Mango Leather
Mango Torte
Mango Stir-fry (eeew)
Mango Jam
Mango Banana Jam
Mango Topped Cheesecake (not to be confused with mango cheesecake above)
Mango Chutney
Mango Pizza (double eeew)
Mango Sour Cream Cake

I think Grandma likes mango. When we showed her these recipes, she got so excited (but also believed she had never seen such a gold mine of recipes before... the same goldmine which she herself put together some 10 or 20 years ago).
We have a mango tree in our front yard. Everyday she tells us to go outside and pick them, though they are still mostly green. She apparently has not lost her appetite for mangoes :)

The Look

'The look' is a funny thing. I thought I wouldn’t use the look until I had kids of my own. Then my grandmother turned into a kid. It’s amazing the power that is in ‘the look.’ You know the look I am talking about. It’s a no-nonsense, stop-now-before-I-take-your-life, you’ll-regret-that look. It’s all in the eyes. And my grandmother, though her memory has left her, knows it when she sees it. Of course she does- it’s intense. I almost scare myself sometimes ;O
She got 'the look' on Sunday. In her defense, she was being her normal self. But it was Father’s day. She should’ve known better. I’ve developed this formula to explain:
Grandma’s normal behavior + Father’s Day = the Look
Once my mom and I gave my dad his presents, and he read deep, meaningful 'memory-lane' letter, and we had a little heart-to-heart and Kodak moment, she piped in, "I didn't get you Nothin'! Hahaha" This elicited 'the look' from me. She stopped laughing. It's a shame she only remembers the look for about 2 minutes. Because then she was back to her normal self again... at that point we whisked her off to church, where they serve donuts. She was beside herself, and oh-so-happy. Everytime she sees them, she's surprised they have donuts. The funny thing is, she's been going there for 6 months.