You were just a little thing

This morning Grama woke up early shouting "Where am I! Where am I!?!"
I quickly ran in and remeinded her that she is in her home. That this is her master bedroom, and that she has lives in this house since 1963. We discussed this for a few minutes and then came the doozie;

"Where's Monroe?"

(Monroe is her husband. My Grampa. The most wonderful Grampa who has ever been. I love him so much. I miss him every single day.)

I was shocked by the question. I didn't even know how to respond.

So I told her the truth.

"He passed away in January Grama."

She was shocked, and immediately started to cry. I sat next to her, and held her, and we cried together.

The morning continued in this way, her not remembering the past 30 years, and me talking her through it. Often times she would forget what we had talked about a few minutes before, and ask again. The following conversation happene several times over the course of an hour.

Eldra: "You're Pami?"
Me: "Yes Grama."
Eldra: "You don't look like Pami."
Me: "Well I'm all grown up."
Eldra: "How did that happen?"
Me: "We'l it took me 30 years."
Eldra: "Where was I?"
Me: "You were here with me."
Eldra: "I was?"
Me: "Yes Grama."
Eldra: "But I don't remember."
Eldra: "Pami?"
Me: "Yes Grama."
Eldra: "You were just a little thing."
Me: "And now I'm all grown up."
Eldra: "Why don't I remember?"
Me: "We'll your mind is old Grama. Give it a chance to wake up."
Eldra: "How old am I?"
Me: "You're 91."
Eldra: "I'm ninety one?!?"
Me: "Yes Grama."
Eldra: "I'm so old.

My favorite part of this morning was hearing the phrase;
"You were just a little thing when I remember."
She said it several times. It's was nice to hear.