Some days are better than others. Some days she remembers where she is. Some days she can recognize me as her grandson, other days I remind her of one of her brothers she grew up with in Mexico. Some days she forgets her husband of over 60 years is no longer with us on earth - only to be reminded of his death by his framed obituary and photo hanging on the wall. His obituary is hung next to her only daughter's obituary that she lost to cancer 9 years ago. She's the mother of 4, 3 boys and a girl. My Uncle James was killed in the post office parking lot in a robbery attempt this July. We didn't want to tell her, because we could only imagine how it might affect her. She's my "Lita," and I l love her and she deserves better than Alzheimer's, better than this heartache, better than the wrath of Hurricane Harvey.
La Vita Bella is her home. Was her home. In a mind that no longer allows her to recall 10 minutes ago at times, La Vita Bella was the closest thing to peace she possessed. My "Lita" turned 87 years old on August 29, she has no home, nothing in her life is currently consistent other than the chaos that Harvey has so viciously and forcefully donated to her.
The owner and staff of La Vita Bella have been an extension of family for us and my grandma. They give their hearts and service to the people in their care day in and day out. It's heartbreaking to witness and experience. I wish of nothing but the best for all affected by this devastation, including my "Lita" and her second family at La Vita Bella. It will be a true blessing to see the rebuilding of this nursing home.