She’s 82 years old. She is in the middle stages of Alzheimer’s. She is the only living grandparent I have left. She is the only great-grandparent that my children have ever known. She is one of the first people that they want to visit when they get to my parents’ house. She is my Grandma. She is their Nana. She is worth twelve hours in the car.
Teaching my children the importance of family and the elderly by putting my time and my gas money where my mouth is in the tree house,