Last week I got the opportunity to go to MN with my parents. Since Doug is joining the army, I don't know how many more easy trips there to see my grandma I can get. Since we were there, she broke her hip and is now refusing food and meds, so I thought I would jot down what I remember she told me when we were there. I wish her thought processes were finished when she talked to us, but she would start a sentence and not be able to finish.
She knew who my parents were and talked with us with recognition. She knew I was a granddaughter, but I'm pretty sure she didn't know which one. She called me cute and complemented my hair. "I don't remember you being so tall."
I looked through a stack of photos with her. All of them of her new great-grandson Jack. She kept talking about how she loved little ones and how they're so cute.
Though she wasn't really sure where she was, she could still point North. :)
The last two times we were there, she was singing.
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