The Last Road Home (2016)
“The sight of her stopped me in my tracks. Tubes hooked to a plastic bag above her head ran to a needle sticking in her arm. Another line fed from a round tank tied to the bed to a mask over her nose and mouth. The sign read OXYGEN—NO SMOKING. Her face was pasty, and red veins ran like a grapevine across her cheeks. Grandma looked as if she’d aged twenty years in a day. The silver hair that was always tight and neat lay spread across her pillow, strands sticking up at angles. It was scary seeing... such a strong woman looking so frail. I took her hand. “Hey, Grandma.”
When she opened her eyes, they were weak and glassy as flat water. She tried to speak, but the mask muffled her words.
Mrs. Wilson came to stand beside me. “Don’t try to talk, Rosa Belle, you rest.” She patted Grandma’s arm and smiled. Grandma nodded her head and closed her eyes.
I dragged a couple of extra plastic chairs from the hall into the light-yellow painted-concrete block room. A nurse came by to check on Grandma’s temperature and listen to her chest.MoreLess
When she opened her eyes, they were weak and glassy as flat water. She tried to speak, but the mask muffled her words.
Mrs. Wilson came to stand beside me. “Don’t try to talk, Rosa Belle, you rest.” She patted Grandma’s arm and smiled. Grandma nodded her head and closed her eyes.
I dragged a couple of extra plastic chairs from the hall into the light-yellow painted-concrete block room. A nurse came by to check on Grandma’s temperature and listen to her chest.MoreLess
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