I REMEMBER MY GRANDMOTHER

The most recent conversation I remember having with my grandmother happened about eight or so, years ago.  I suppose it was memorable because it was not one of our regular friendly exchanges.  In fact it was the complete opposite.  I was verbally attacked while serving her lunch.
GranGran and I have always been very close, our rapport generally consisting of a ‘rough joke’ type of banter where only we could be included.  I was so unprepared for the unwarranted insults on this occasion that I could not even respond.  My initial shock and disbelief was replaced by my growing understanding of the extent to which Alzheimer’s disease would continue to affect not only my grandmother, but the persons in immediate contact with her.  
Since then, our conversations have deteriorated to being almost non-existent as she is no longer capable of saying anything beyond the words “yes” or “no”.  When I look at her now, I try to remember the remarkable person that she was, through the vague look that she continuously gives me.  A person that aggravated me at times because of her strict ways, but I loved unconditionally, because of her just approach to every situation.   A person that I and many others admired, because of her ability to do everything well, concurrently.  
With firm memories, I look at this talented superwoman that once was, even though her memories of me are no longer.
-Michal Camejo
June, 2016