R.I.P. My Grandmother, Eva Parenteau

Eva was a pretty damn tough grandmother.  She lived until 94, and the last couple of years were tough.  She lost my grandfather over thirty years ago, and my father five years ago.  On top of that, she suffered from dementia and could no longer live on her own (which she did until her nineties).  I spent time with her in the special home she stayed in until her death.  I also brought my sister and the family pug Smokey.








She forgot many people but remembered me, after a fashion, given that I looked a lot like my father, who in turned looked like his father.  If anything, she remembered me as either "one of my grandchildren" or my father.  For a while, my uncles used to say that the only two people she was able to remember having visited her was me and a great uncle who had died years ago. It hit me hard that she finally had no idea who I was supposed to be.