Tag: visitiation

• Visiting Gram

  

  “She’s doing much better today, dear,” the portly woman behind the desk tells me as I sign my name on the guest registry. This marks my eighth time here in four weeks. I have signed and dated this page eight times, each time wishing it would be the last. You might think I wouldn’t have…

  Dan Metzger

  August 31, 2015

  Fiction, Short Story

  creative writing, family, Fiction, grandmother, hope, ill, love, nursing home, reception, visitiation