I took Polish in college so that I could talk to my Gramma before she died. She had dementia, and when I finally spoke to her in Polish, she thought I was my Mom as a young girl . . . but all in all, it was still good! Good luck to you.
It’s a sad, all too familiar story: harsh, distant, alcoholic father, sensitive, shy daughter always seeking his love and approval. Although there were flashes of kindness, most of my dad’s feelings had been buried long before. Even as...
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penandra says,
I took Polish in college so that I could talk to my Gramma before she died. She had dementia, and when I finally spoke to her in Polish, she thought I was my Mom as a young girl . . . but all in all, it was still good! Good luck to you.