After weeks of visiting my grandmother only to find her sleeping day and night, virtually unresponsive, our family and the doctors assumed she might have had another mini stroke and feared the worst. Even if we could wake her, she would gaze at us blankly, not sure why we were there. Mama and I were shocked to walk in to her room this morning to find her sitting up in a chair, lights on and sun shining through the windows, mostly back to her old self, as if nothing had happened all this time. Her hair was wild with sleep, but her eyes were clear and focused again and we asked “Are you feeling better, Mother Goose?” And she said, “Yes, I’ve been sleeping!” And she laughed, and we laughed. And like magic, she pulls through again.
Friday, September 22nd, 2017