Felicity's Forget Me Nots

Felicity was three then. Her father wrapped his arm around her that day. Her mother cried. She had never seen her mother cry before. That day in the cold, sterile office, the doctor used big fancy words to describe the disease that her grandmother had, all those words just meant one thing. Her grandmother would die slowly from memory loss, her brain cells would all shrivel up. Her body slowly deteriorating-dying. The struggle was six years long, she thought that her grandma was going to just stay there in the same retirement center bed. Unchanging, not getting better, nor getting worse. Until that changed, no more visits. No more cold, hard retirement chairs, watching her mother cry. No more having to walk through the halls of that place to see old souls, slowly dying of some sort of condition. Her grandma was dead. The person who she watched slowly die. Yet she didn't know the real her. A couple of weeks since the passing of her grandma, her family moves towns. While cleaning out old boxes she finds notes written from her grandmother to her.