“Your summer is being wasted, Em,” said my Uncle Bill. “Why don’t you come to the beach with us instead?”I gave him a fierce look. “Uncle Bill, I genuinely care about my grandmother. You ought to give it a go sometime.” Grandma’s hands trembled a little, and I noticed it while we pruned the roses together. The fact that she was growing older alarmed me. “Grandma,” I spoke softly. “You know I love you, right?”She stopped and gave me that sweet look. “Obviously, my dear.
I also adore you. More than you can possibly comprehend.” I gave her a strong hug and breathed in the comforting aroma of freshly baked cookies and lavender as we made our way inside. I had no idea that this peaceful time was actually the quiet before the storm. Grandma said, “Emily,” her voice suddenly serious. “Make me a promise. Remember to always be true to who you are, no matter what.” Bewildered, I withdrew. Naturally, Grandma. However, why do you say this?” With that well-known gleam in her eye, she simply grinned. You will comprehend eventually, my love. How about we prepare some cookies now?” All that changed a week before Grandma turned eighty-nine. Dad returned home with a pale face. Shouting, “Emily,” his voice faltered. “Mom is in the medical facility. According to the physicians, she has lost her hearing. My entire world fell apart. How is this possible to occur? We were giggling over her childhood tales only yesterday. “But… but she was fine!” Tears filled my eyes as I objected. “We were gardening and baking and…”Dad drew me into an embrace. “I am aware, my dear. It came on abruptly. According to the experts, it’s normal for her age.” We still planned to celebrate Grandma’s birthday in spite of the diagnosis. Be it deaf or not, she earned it. Mom responded, “We’ll make it special,” her voice full of love and resolve. “Emily, how about creating a picture album?
