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12 June 2006
{ Retrospect : 21 August 2004 }
In the middle of a sluggish Saturday afternoon, I found Grandma leaning over the back of the living room couch, staring out the window. I joined her, and for a long time neither of us spoke. I wondered what was going through her mind as she stared ahead. I wondered where her eyes paused, what they passed over. I tried to imagine how her ninety-one-year-old perspective differed from mine, which was at this point only twenty-two years in the making. I imagined that her billions of thoughts, memories, and experiences cluttered her tired mind, keeping her up at night and clouding her vision from the reality that now surrounded her. I wondered if confusion compounds with each successive day.Finally, she spoke. “I feel like I’m living in a place that I’m not used to.”
[ posted by Matthew Chrislip at 22:45 :
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