Remains the same
When my grandma’s memory worsened a few years ago, I felt this sudden urgency to capture her essence and preserve memories that are not reachable forever.
My grandmother, Emília, but everyone calls her Milka, still tries to live life to the fullest despite her memory loss, doing things she has always loved the most, like going to church, gardening, and being surrounded by family and friends. She has always been that person who brings people together. She would host our family gatherings and cook delicious meals for us. We would always meet at her apartment, where she has been living for the past fifty years.
She sustained and filled her place with her personality to the utmost, bringing a nostalgic feeling for me every time I visit her. The apartment holds memories even though her mind cannot anymore. They are distributed in the flowers she plants, books she has read, little decorations she creates, and recipes she’s written.
My grandmother, Emília, but everyone calls her Milka, still tries to live life to the fullest despite her memory loss, doing things she has always loved the most, like going to church, gardening, and being surrounded by family and friends. She has always been that person who brings people together. She would host our family gatherings and cook delicious meals for us. We would always meet at her apartment, where she has been living for the past fifty years.
She sustained and filled her place with her personality to the utmost, bringing a nostalgic feeling for me every time I visit her. The apartment holds memories even though her mind cannot anymore. They are distributed in the flowers she plants, books she has read, little decorations she creates, and recipes she’s written.
