My grandma hasn’t been in the greatest mental state lately.
When we picked her up, she gave me a folder full of mandalas to colour. As a child, we used to sit together and colour. She’s starting to forget that I’m not 8 anymore.
I love her to death, and the fact that her mind is deteriorating and she remembers us drawing together makes me happy.
I am now spending my afternoon colouring mandalas for her. I love you Mamie ☺️