A Strange Elderly Man Rec0gnized My Grandmother’s Dress at My Pr0m… I Wish I’d Never Taken-Him to Her*

While everyone else at school was talking about prom, I was counting the days I had left with my grandmother.

Grandma Mary was 79, and the doctors had already told us there was nothing more they could do. Hospice had been coming to the house for three weeks, and every afternoon I sat beside her bed, wondering how many conversations we still had left.

I spent most afternoons in Grandma’s room after school, sitting beside her bed while she drifted in and out of sleep. Sometimes she knew exactly who I was. Sometimes she thought I was my mother.