where does the time go?

i went to see my grandmother today, she is dying before my very eyes.
when i went to see her last week i had almost convinced myself that the doctors were mistaken; she was sitting in her chair as always, clean hair, new housecoat, telling stories about my dad and his siblings as children. I love all of the stories; it's like she goes back to that time, and good or bad, you almost feel like you were there too. the house is like a time capsule for me, memories of sitting at the "kids" table on Christmas morning eating her creamed eggs (a personal favorite of mine), the wooden door knocker chime thingy, the plush multi-colored carpet that never seems to age, the stairs that lead to the "spooky" attic (i think i braved it on just two occasions), the buffet that always had candy or nuts on it when i was a child and of course the ever growing collages that house he ever growing family, sadly, my three month old baby girl will probably never make her way to one of her walls.