Grandma's energy dips and wavers through the day like a kite, but her awareness of the reality around Grandpa feels constant. She is never confused as to why she is alone, and recognizes that the photographs of Grandpa throughout the apartment are just that. There is one portrait of him in particular that she remembers to catch as she walks down the hallway to her bedroom-- it's a large print out of him taped on a file cabinet in his old office, taken in about 2012. One of Grandpa's many perfect book jacket portraits.
 She says, "There he is," rationally yet warmly. Sometimes she says Goodnight to it and gives it a kiss, even this rational yet warm.  |
We walk bast this painting every evening, and each time she tells me that it was Grandpa's favorite, as the scene depicts Trouville, where he visited while traveling in France as a teenager.
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