I looked up to my grandmother as I grew up and until recently. She has always been a strong and resilient woman. What changed? She is going blind. I don't recognize her anymore. I pity her and feel extremely sad around her. I decided to visit her more often, show my support, although I hate seeing her with her head down sometimes. Yesterday afternoon I was with her and read her a book. She loved reading books. I want her to be happy, even though she can't do many things that used to make her happy. I felt a mixture of sadness and happiness when I was with her: sadness for not seeing her eyes shine with happiness and happiness for seeing her smile and laugh while I read. Next time I'll visit her, I'll bring her a CD of her favorite singer and I'll invite her to dance with me to the rhythm of the music. I hope that will make her happy. Her happiness is my happiness too.
The lovely image on the left belongs to the following blog: http://www.dreamscloud.com/en/blog/dreams/do-blind-people-dream-in-images-63
The lovely image on the left belongs to the following blog: http://www.dreamscloud.com/en/blog/dreams/do-blind-people-dream-in-images-63