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My Grandmother had Alzheimer’s for a long time, but that wouldn’t stop the old girl from volunteering to work at her local St. Vincent de Paul charity centre. She loved that place with all her heart. Of course, on her breaks she loved to go shop at the Lincraft across the road. Lincraft, for those who don’t know, is pretty much an arts and crafts store where they sell wool, fabrics, shoelaces, tablecloths, etc. It was a pretty busy intersection through the week and there were no marked pedestrian crossings for a few hundred metres or so.

Still, it seemed that whenever I visited her on those weekends, she would always have a new wool or a new pillow slips laying around, offering me again and again if I wanted anything. I liked to keep her busy, so I would leave a list of things I wanted knitted, with lots of colours and graphics. Whether they were scarves, jumpers, beanies, whatever, I always made sure she was kept busy.

Eventually, grandma started to get worse and it was only a short time after I got my license that my parents started asking me to pick her up from her volunteer job and take her back to her place (Granddad would drop her off in the morning, but enjoyed his retirement a little too much to pay close attention to the time)

One time when I picked her up, Grandma appeared to have zoned out a bit, and didn’t recognize when I walked in the door. She just turned around and went back to her tidying. I walk up to her and say, “Nan, it’s time to go.”

“Oh, but wait, I can’t go anywhere unless Jacob helps me across the street.”

“No grandma, it’s David. Come along now.”