Today my sister Sarah, Andrew, and my parents drove down to Portland, Oregon to visit my dad’s mother who is now living in a rather nice care facility, and is my only living grandparent. Needless to say, she was suffering from Alzheimer’s, so she was unable to even remember who her own sons were. It used to be that whenever I visited her, hugs and kisses were mandatory before laying foot in the house, but it seems that’s changed a little bit. Needless to say, we succeeded at conveying to her the idea that she had a new great grandchild, and afterwards she was in very good spirits. My dad duplicated several old photos of relatives, siblings, parents, and children, with which we decorated her walls. The entire time, she preoccupied herself with stuffing Patrick’s mouth with multiple cookies. I learned a new side of my grandmother today, as she was more comical than I had ever seen her before.
Here are two video clips and some photos I captured.