The staff remembered me, asked me how I'd been.
Even some of the patients remembered who I was...the younger ones.
I was picking up a few pictures and things that we had accidentally left behind in her old room.
And the man who my grandma had sort of fallen in infatuation with remembered me
My grandma told us that he was a pilot
I asked him about his flying experience.
He was never a pilot
He spent his life as a salesman for his family business
But one day he painted a simple picture of him and my grandma flying in a plane together.
During a crafts period.
It was on her wall in her old room.
And so she remembered him as a pilot. Her pilot
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