My Grammie lived with us for a few years before she was transferred to a nursing home. The adjustment was hard for her, especially due to the new presence of a roommate, but she understood the necessity, as her health had begun to rapidly decline.
Her room was set up with two beds arranged perpendicular to one another, divided by a curtain. Her roommate was by the door, and my Grammie was by the window, which she liked, as the sun shone in and warmed her cold skin during the day. One afternoon, as my mom was en-route down the hall on a visit, she saw a man in the doorway, sitting in a chair beside the roommate’s bed.
