She Had a Sweetheart Named James When She Was Young
My grandma turned 98 last week. She’s the last one living in our family from that generation.Her mind is slipping, but she usually knows us — though we have to remind her of names.
She repeats herself a lot, of course. She wishes everyone she knew hadn’t died. What was our son’s name again? James…She had a sweetheart named James when she was young. “Where are we? The Dentist? He does things he doesn’t need to, he has to make all the money he can.”
I pat her on the shouler and tell her “shhhh.”
She’s cold under the A/C so the hygienist brings her a blanket. She’s worried because I’m away from work. I tell her it’s fine. A few minutes later she tells me she’s worried because I’m away from work. “Where do you work”? She asks.
I load her up into my mom’s car, my primary job, while my mom schedules her next appointment. “I’m going to pay you because you missed work.” I tell her she’s not. She says she is. I change the subject before it becomes a thing.
What is our son’s name? James. “I had a sweetheart named James when I was young.”