August is always one of those times of year that I think of my grandmother a lot.  When I was a kid and she was still alive, my family and I used to travel to a resort in the Pocono Mountains where we had sort of a small family reunion, usually with her, my grandfather, my uncle, and my two cousins.

My grandmother had had a stroke when I was five, so there was a lot of stuff that she couldn’t do for herself.  She was in a wheelchair most of the time, so at home she had a stairlift to take her upstairs and downstairs.  She also had one of those walk in tubs so that she could take baths comfortably without a risk of falling when she was getting in and out.

Those summers spent together were very happy.  I remember I used to love to push her in her wheelchair.  I usually sat  next to her at lunch and dinner, and I can remember breaking her bread into small pieces and buttering the pieces for her, since these were things she couldn’t do for herself.

My grandmother died when I was ten, but I still miss her, 19 years later.  I guess that’s how you know someone really made an impact on your life!

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