7 days ago, my grandmother’s doctor called me with grave concerns for her health and well-being. His recommendations moving forward were that she no longer live on her own. He said our family had 24 hours to make arrangements for her or the state would step in. The next day, I kidnapped her.

My grandmother was diagnosed with dementia years ago. Those that know her personally know that my grandmother is a strong, proud and independent AFRICAN AMERICAN WOMAN. This disease was not about to get her down. Her birth in 1934 afforded her to witness and partake in some historical events that would shape and mold our history and culture moving forward. She is a survivor of domestic violence and institutional racism. Gran Gran is a natural born FIGHTER. I knew this transition would not be a walk in the park.

Last week, I drove to her home with my documentation in hand to support me. My feelings were conflicted. I was anxious and happy at the same time. I knew she didn’t need to be on her own and had been asking her for YEARS to come and live with me. She would simply respond, “I’m not “there” yet.” Well, we were “there” now and I wasn’t prepared. She wasn’t either. I was relieved that the intensive care she needed was mandatory and she could no longer contest it. I was sad because I was confronted with the fact that my Mom/Grandmother had aged right before my eyes and there was nothing I could do about it. I read the doctors recommendations aloud to her as I watched the fear and disappointment in her eyes. After I was done reading, she stood up, handed me her keys and said let’s go!🙌🏾

These seven days have not been easy by a long shot. She’s had to make MANY adjustments. The hardest adjustment yet has been her coming to the realization that she was losing her independence. Through the support of my family and friends as well as Gran Gran’s willingness, we have survived lol! One of my friends said that I would be blessed for taking care of her. I don’t see it that way. I believe that this was ordained by God and the Universe that day she kidnapped me in 1985. My blessing is the ability to care for her and ensure that she enjoys the rest of the time that God has gifted her. I remember as a child, Coach Pitre told me that the day would come that my Grandmother wouldn’t be able to drive. Back then, I didn’t understand what he was trying to tell me. I am happy and grateful to say I get it now. Here’s to MANY years to come Driving Miss Daisy!