I’m Glad My Near 100-Years-Old Grandma Is an Unlikeable Woman

There aren’t as many of us out in the open as there should be

Katie Jgln
The Noösphere

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I’m sitting in the communal area of a retirement home, waiting to see someone I expect to be in as bad a shape as the few elderly people around me: my paternal grandmother.

The home she’s staying in isn’t half bad, at least. It’s located in a historic and well-preserved manor in a small town in southwestern Poland, originally built in the early Middle Ages to serve as a bishops’ residence. But it’s still a strange place; the only noise comes from one of the residents humming to themselves, and the air has a distinct staleness to it, mixed with the scent of hospital food.

My family decided to place my grandma here a year and a half ago after she had a series of abdominal surgeries the doctors described as ‘necessary but extremely high-risk.’ She survived them, but the recovery was neither easy nor quick, and she could no longer live on her own.

As the rain outside the glass entrance intensifies, I see my grandma come out of one of the side doors, pushing herself in a wheelchair with a faint smile. She looks good. Better than good, actually. And probably better than she has in quite a while.

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