No one was more excited for our documentary than Grandma. Even when her Alzheimer’s progressed to the point where she began forgetting people, dates, appointments, and her whereabouts, somehow she miraculously held onto Vasant and I, and our documentary. She’d ask us, ask Dad, how it was coming, who were we filming next, etc. I told her that when we premiered the film, I’d take her to buy a fancy dress. She wanted one in purple, her favorite color, and brought up our “big movie date” when we’d talk about the film.
This week Vasant and I assembled our first rough cut and I thought, “Grandma would’ve loved to see this.” Then it hit me that I wasn’t going to be able to take her to the premiere. I thought about her purple dress and completely lost it. It’s a good thing though. These tears are keeping her present with us on this project.