|Grandma with the dogs. She had been feeding them cookies.|
The guys and I spent the afternoon setting up the apartment, unpacking, hanging clothes, pictures etc. It is a gorgeous place -- very open, lots of light, and super friendly people. By the time we were unpacked, Grandma's new neighbour had dropped by twice to see if Grandma was there yet.
Once we were done with the room, we told the two Auntie's (Ruth and Dea) that they could bring Grandma. We met them at the door and Grandma and I walked to her room hand in hand. Her hand felt very little in mine and I wondered how I was going to let such a small and fragile thing go out on her own.
We opened the door and stepped inside. Grandma gasped and burst into tears. It's lovely! I never thought I deserved anything like this. And that's when my heart broke for her. She grew up in poverty. She lived her life humbly. A 270 sq ft room with curtains, new flooring, and a new couch was more than she had ever thought she would have or want. She wandered from piece to piece running her hand along the familiar things and patting the new couch with wonder.
|Vicki and Grandma in the new apartment.|
Vicki can come to visit, but can't stay over night.
It's not home for her yet, but it was more than she expected it would be. Soon, she will find friends and activities and her way down to breakfast. Soon, she will be home.
More photos of Grandma's new digs.