The image of my dying grandmother had haunted me long after she passed away. She spent the last days of her life in a care home. More then a year after she had a stroke, my parents found it too difficult and tiring to cope with the constant care she required. I remember that I felt great sadness looking at her as she lay in this massive gloomy room among other patients.
It took me several years to came back. I found that life in there is really slow and filled up with routines. Day after day passes in the same way. There is a time to sleep, a time to eat, a time to clean, and very little in between. I spent two weeks there just walking around, talking to the residents, playing games, and watching television with them. For two weeks I shared their lives. Those were two very emotional weeks of my life. For me, my time spent there was a tribute to my beloved grandmother.