She didn’t like the sterilized hospital thing or any reminder of what was actually happening here. She’d made me drape a floral scarf over the IV stand, and I wasn’t allowed to wear scrubs. Not for this assignment. She liked things pretty and soft and comfortable. Food cooking in the kitchen, people around her. So that’s what we gave her. I wore my regular clothes. Blousy tops and flowy skirts. Jillian brought candles she’d made and Nadia Cakes cupcakes, Mom simmered pasta sauce, and we watched Grandma slowly decline.
