Goodbye Gram


By Kerry E.B. Black

Ariel dreaded the M.I.U. and its decaying grandeur.

Gram rested in an over-sized chair before a silent television. The other residents’ smiles quavered, searching for recognition. They found none.

The nurse whispered a warning in Ariel’s ear. A tear slid over Ariel’s cheek as she stroked her Gram’s pigment-free hair.

Gram stirred and searched Ariel’s face. “Is it you?”

Her heart leapt. “Yes, Gram, it’s Ariel. I love you.”

Gram’s bony finger collected her tear. “I love you, too, dear.”

Ariel cried into her Gram’s lap, uncertain even at the end if her Gram really recognized her.


5 thoughts on “Goodbye Gram

  1. My mother had Alzheimer’s and would not know anyone for months, then would have a moment of clarity and recognize me. I was bittersweet, because then she was gone again. You capture the hope, love and sorrow beautifully.

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