When we were in Pittsburgh, we took my children to see my Grandmother. Gram is 97 and gets more beautiful each year. Unfortunately, she had no idea who I was and kept asking how many children I had ‘tho all were with me.
Gram did seem to recognize John. Which, in a way, isn’t surprising. Throughout my whole life, she called me the names of all my girl cousins and rarely had my name right. She did, however, always call John by his name. I think she has always been fond of him. Some things age just can’t erase.