A Woman's Snapshot
I remember as a young child when my grandmother went into a nursing home. It had such a strange hold over me, at 12 years old, when I first walked in and realized that I would no longer visit my Oma in her kitchen. The kitchen that smelled like fried plantains and peas while Harry Belafonte played on the record player. The bathroom that smelled of Crest toothpaste, Ivory soap, and mildew. It wasn't long before I recognized that life is a full circle. Maybe it took me two weeks to see this? We would go every week to visit her. And every week, we would walk in and see forgotten men and women sitting in diapers watching cartoons on the TV from their wheelchairs. It terrified me. It comforted me knowing how I would become. It made my sister realize she wanted to be a social worker. 48 years old now, and she's comforting people in their end-of-life. Several years ago, I started cleaning my father's feeding tube....