Her eyes lit up to see my mother and me I could tell that she was smiling even if her oversized mask hid her toothless grin. But the fact that she doesn’t recall my name or her beloved nickname for me - Norry - didn’t dampen the beauty of our reunion. Having been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease since the early 2000s, my grandmother doesn’t quite remember who I am anymore. My family worried for weeks and months that we might never see my grandmother again - that she too might be swallowed up within those grim statistics.
Across 32,000 facilities, 1.3 million had been infected. According to an interactive map maintained by The New York Times (which has not been updated since June 1), 184,000 - or 31 percent - of all US COVID-related deaths were among residents and employees of nursing homes and other long-term care facilities. My grandmother, Ida Frances Shaw, is one of the 1.4 million citizens living in a nursing home - one of the most dangerous places for the spread of the COVID-19 virus. THIS PAST MAY, I reunited with my 97-year-old maternal grandmother after nearly a year and a half of separation due to the COVID-19 pandemic.
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