Reflecting on how Alzheimer’s turned a granddaughter into a caregiver
By Siyeda Mahmoud | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Looking into her eyes I could tell that she no longer had any recollection of who I was. I reached out to touch her hand as I had done many times before. I thought I was doing it to comfort her, but in reality I was probably trying to comfort myself. It’s almost a childlike gesture that we do when we are in need of some form of security; it’s the power of human touch.
The realization of knowing that it would never be the same again was a hard pill to swallow.