now and he was in bed groaning theoretically, she’s a drama major, but I told my mother I’d go anyway, I hadn’t seen my grandmother since she’s been admitted to lawn rest
home. I felt a pang of guilt for not visiting her sooner, but life had been keeping me busy. Plus, my grandmother would appreciate the surprise visit.
As I walked into the rest home, the smell of antiseptic filled the air, reminding me of countless doctor's visits from my childhood. It was a familiar and somewhat comforting scent, despite its sterile nature.
Finding my grandmother's room, I slowly pushed open the door. There she was, laying in the bed with a tired but grateful smile on her face. Her aging features were etched with lines of wisdom and experience. I couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her.
"Grandma!" I exclaimed, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. "I've missed you so much."
Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached out a frail hand towards me. "Oh, my dear child, it's been far too long. Come, sit with me."
I pulled up the chair beside her bed and took her hand in mine, careful not to squeeze too tightly. We sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's presence. It felt like time had stopped, allowing us to bask in the simplicity of unconditional love.
As we caught up on each other's lives, my grandmother shared stories of her younger days, her voice filled with nostalgia. She spoke of her dreams and aspirations, lamenting how life had taken unexpected turns. Listening to her, I couldn't help but admire her resilience and zest for life.
Before I knew it, visiting hours were coming to an end. Reluctantly, I stood up, brushing away a tear that had escaped my eye. "I wish I could stay longer, Grandma. But I promise to visit you more often from now on."
Her eyes twinkled with gratitude as she patted my hand. "That's all I ask, my dear. Time is precious, and our loved ones deserve to be cherished."
Leaning in, I planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "I love you, Grandma. Take care of yourself."
"And I love you, my sweet child," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness.
Walking out of the rest home, a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Despite the initial reluctance, seeing my grandmother had reminded me of the importance of family and the need to prioritize the people who matter most.
Promising myself to not let time slip away again, I knew that my grandmother's strength and love would forever guide me on this journey called life.