Suffering is tough to witness. Independence gets replaced by dependence, sanity by moments of dementia, and the pain and despair that comes along with it. Grandmother and I have always lived in the same house. Perhaps because of that, amongst all her grandchildren, I have always had a special place in her heart. After suffering a brain stroke a few years back, it left her partially immobile and dependent on help. For a very independent woman, it was rather difficult to reconcile that she now needed others’ help for the simplest of things. As time passed, she started slipping into dementia. Losing her touch with reality and surviving on the periphery of her memories. Unable to distinguish between night and day, her perception of reality fades. She tries hard to remember but her memories start to fade at the borders of her mind. Hope is all that seems to be left…