This photo from my archives was taken last December. With all the storms we've had the past few days, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between today and last year, (unless you peeked at the signature stamp on the photo.) This is Bogus Basin high above Boise.
I hadn't seen Gramma since she was admitted to my facility on Friday. My biggest fear with her admitting to my facility in the condition she was in, was that she may die here. This is where I work, she couldn't die here. I don't think I could handle that. I didn't visit her this weekend as she was so out of it, she slept most the weekend and wouldn't even know we were there. I thought it best to let her rest the weekend. I knew I would be popping in to see her throughout the day, each day during the week because I worked there.
I saw Gramma, first thing this morning. Oh my gosh! Gramma was a different person! She was up and eating breakfast with the other patients, she recognized me right off. She looked so much better than when she was admitted on Friday. I made a few visits during the day, and spent quite awhile with her this evening before I went home. Gramma was asking me about things she did and saw the last couple of weeks. I told her none of the scary events she saw or heard had happened. All she said was, "Boy!" She couldn't believe it, everything seemed so real to her. I assured her none of it happened.
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