Ever since I visited my dying grandmother at the care home, I wanted to go back. Shespent the last days of her life in there. After more then a year since she had a stroke,my parents were too tired to cope with the constant care she required. I remember thatI felt great sadness looking at her as she lay in this massive gloomy room among otherpatients.
It took me several years to came back. I found that life in there is really slow andfilled up with routines. Day after day passes in the same way. There is a time to sleep,a time to eat, a time to clean, and very little in between. I spent two weeks there justwalking around, talking to the residents, playing games, and watching television withthem. For two weeks I shared their life. Those were two very emotional weeks of mylife. For me, my time spent there was a tribute to my beloved grandmother.