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That is how old my Grandmother turned on her birthday this past Thursday. My mom, Summer, Camryn, my aunt Susan, my cousin Richard, my uncle David, and I all gathered in a conference room at my Grandmother’s nursing home to celebrate.If you do not already know, my Grandmother suffers from Alzheimer’s. It is in it’s late stages, so she doesn’t seem to know who we are, doesn’t speak, and rarely makes eye contact. As you can imagine, we were delighted that she grabbed this balloon and batted it around. I even saw a faint smile on her face when she did it.She made eye contact with me a few times. I think she was getting irritated with me taking pictures of her! Something so simple is so exciting to see. She’s in there somewhere.I can never decide if we’re lucky to have her alive and accessible, or if the burden of having her spirit slowly die while her body is still here is worse than if she had already passed away. We take each day as it comes… Thursday was a good day. Happy Birthday, Grandmother!