February 27, 1998 • Page Image 92
…REMEMBERING from page 91 and help her outside. But I was wrong. As I watched my grandma shrink into a hospital bed, I realized her existence in that apartment, which seemed to me so depressing, had actually been quite full. She had her memories, her routine and the free- dom to eat cookies for dinner — in bed, if she so desired. Maybe she needed me to take her shopping, but, by golly, my grandma was there to dictate exactly what I would buy. ...…

















































