I am looking for different coloring book pages to print out on my watercolor paper. Flowers would probably be best - he liked coloring flowers with me. Should I print two? One is probably fine, we can share and do it together. My parents said my grandfather didn't even really understand what food was in the last couple weeks and didn't understand how to eat.
We go to Easter brunch with my parents and I pack all the coloring stuff in my bag. Watercolors for Ba and me, markers and drawing book for my son Joss.
"Are you going to draw pictures for Ba?" I ask Joss.
He says he will and is excited. "Can I do it now?"
"No, let's wait till we go see Ba," I tell him.
We walk into Golden Age and I am expecting to see Ba sitting in his usual chair in the living room with the other residents.
"He's still in bed," Connie says.
We make our way into the back where his room is. He looks so strange. He reminds me of my grandmother at the end. …
I found this post that I wrote in October 2017. I guess I never published it...
October 29, 2017
I’ve seen articles and even had friends tell me that facebook either depresses them or causes anxiety. They see all the people in their social circles having fun, traveling, succeeding. Everyone has perfect lives. I started thinking about the picture that I posted of me and my grandfather and all the reactions I was getting to it, and how it made me feel like a better person.
Maybe you saw it. Maybe it made you feel good to know that someone was taking care of her older relative and you smiled. Maybe you even “liked" it.
Most times when I am with my grandfather now, I’ve given up trying to get him to tell me stories about the past. He might remember, but most likely, he won’t.
But the day I took him to San Andreas Trail, he couldn’t even hear me or understand what I was saying. For the most part it was fine. He just talked and talked about whatever was on his mind, whatever th…
When I went with my grandfather and my parents to visit my grandmother in rehab on May 3rd, I brought a drawing pad for him and some watercolor crayons. He used to always draw with me and was a wonderful artist. He sat at the edge of her bed and I sat in a chair next to him.
I asked him to draw something and he just looked at me confused.
"I don't know what to draw," he said.
"How about... a dog?" I asked.
He took the pad and stared at it for a while, the crayon in his hand.
"I can't," he said. "You were always the artist."
What? He had to be kidding. My grandfather used to be able to draw and make anything and everything. I remembered one time, he carved a beautiful Chinese New Year lion out of a bar of soap for a school project where I was supposed to carve something. Now he couldn't even draw a dog?
He handed the pad and crayon back to me shaking his head. I sighed and just started sketching some orchids that were in the r…