She looks at me, but doesn’t, recognize me, at all, as I’d, reached for her hand, she’d, reacted by, drawing her hands, back, but I’m, her granddaughter, or at least, last I checked, I still, am!!!
She looks at me, but doesn’t, recognize me, at all, that, is the, progression of her deterioration process, and sometimes, watching her living this, now, meaningless, life of hers, she’d, regressed to the point that she could no longer talk, only make those, noises with her mouth, and she can’t, swallow on her own anymore either, she’d, choked on water!
introduction of his young, granddaughter or great granddaughter…
She looks at me, but, doesn’t recognize me, at all, I’d become, a stranger to her now, and there’s, nothing, I can do, I can’t, reverse all of this, and I’d, felt awful, each and every time I go, to visit her, because, there’s, NOTHING I can do, FOR her, to help her get better because, there is, NO better…
She looks at me, but, doesn’t, recognize me, at all, I’m, a complete, stranger now, but, she’s my grandmother.
Life, the Obstacle Course 