My aunt — the youngest child of my grandmother — has been here for weeks. She stopped taking her clients at work, and has been overseeing my grandmother’s treatments, as well as making decisions on her behalf.
They sleep in the same bed now, which I think is adorable, like regressing to some childhood time, except the roles have been reversed. Yesterday, she told me my grandmother had the best the night of sleep in a long time. She attributes it to my grandmother’s happiness that my dad and I are here.
This has already made the entire trip worth it.