Changing of the Guard

ML was a little better today.

We all went to see her. 

Son walked right in, gave her a hug and started talking.

Daughter was nervous. ML knew this and gave her space.

Little by slow Daughter became comfortable. After about an hour she would wander in and sit and chat with her all by herself.

Dinner time came. ML needs help feeding herself.  Daughter helped  her. 

I stood in the doorway and watched my daughter feed her grandmother. She was comfortable. She was patience. She was chatting.  She was kind. She was caring. All the things her grandmother had been with her when she used to feed her.

ML was beaming.

I teared up.

And I knew this is a moment Daughter would never forget.