“Two and a half years ago my grandmother was placed in a nursing home where she will live out the rest of her life. She has dementia and so her memory capacity has been marred. Somehow though she remembers kindness. She is my constant teacher. One of things we like to do is walk down the halls in the nursing facility saying hello to the other residents…When I go to the nursing facility, it is like going to the village. I do not know the individuals histories but I have a sense of their spirits now and I have come to care for them. In that context, I would like to share a story of my time with my grandmother and some of these elders that I have come to think of as my relatives too in a way.”…
