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My Italian Grandmother was a wonderful woman．I always felt blessed growing up in her home   a boy．She worked hard，laughed loud，and was never afraid of life threw at her．
When she fell and broke her hip in her eighties，my Dad (force) to admit that he could no longer take care of her at home．It was with a heavy heart Dad moved Grandmother into a nursing home．
Our whole family gathered together for her 90th birthday in the nursing home dining room．It was a wonderful celebration of her life and the love we all had her．
Shortly after that birthday，however，life gave her the (tough) challenge of all as age and illness started to take her mind from her too．The Dementia（痴呆） grew worse and worse．At times when I visited her she didn’t know I was．During one of these visits I was holding her hand while she slept．When she awoke，her eyes stared at me and I could tell she didn’t recognize ．She looked down at my hand(hold) hers and instead of pulling hers away，she smiled at me．Then she closed her eyes and went(peace) back to sleep．I could see then that even though her mind didn’t remember me，her spirit still remembered love．