I was in my senior year when Grandma got sick

I was in my senior year when Grandma got sick. At first, she just became more forgetful, and a bit confused. But each day, it got worse. After all the tests, the doctor said one word that felt like a death sentence: dementia. Nana, who had always been the strongest, was now fading away like the orchid on her windowsill.

We moved Grandma in with us immediately. I would hear her at night, talking to my late Grandpa George, like he was right there. It broke me. Months passed, and things only got worse. Every morning, Mom would put the dishes back in place because every night, Grandma would rearrange them.

One day, I went to visit her. When she saw me, her eyes lit up. I was happy… until she said, “George! You’re back!” She rushed toward me.

I froze. “No, Grandma. It’s Michael, your grandson.”

“George, what are you talking about? We’re too young for grandkids!”

I stood there, feeling helpless. “Nana, listen. I’m not George. I’m Michael, your grandson. I’m Carol’s son—your daughter.”

“You’re scaring me. We don’t have a daughter. Remember? And you promised to take me on that date by the sea. When can we go?”

I sighed, not knowing what to say. “I… I don’t know, Grandma.” Then I left.

When Mom got home, I told her. Suddenly, she smiled.

“Sweetheart… you really are the spitting image of Grandpa.”

She showed me his picture—I barely remembered him. And damn, it was like I was looking at my own reflection!



Within days, Grandma kept calling me George. Then she stopped talking altogether.

The doctor said she didn’t have much time left. I knew what I had to do.

That day, I put on Grandpa’s old suit and took Grandma… to the sea. To that date.

When we got there, I had already set up a small table by the shore. Grandma sat down, and I lit the candles.

“George! Our date! You remember…” she said with weak voice.

“Yes, Gretchen. I never forgot. How could I?”

She nodded slowly, smiling.

On the way home, she held my hand. “Thank you, My Love,” she said. “This was the best date.”

Two days later, Grandma passed away.

I miss you, Grandma. I’ll miss you so much. But even though it still hurts, there’s one thing that brings me peace:

You’re finally back with Grandpa.

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