I remember one distinct memory from when I later figured I was 1.5 years old (18 months).
My great grandmother (mom's mom's mom) was on her deathbed. I remember meeting her, with my parents one last time before she passed away. I distinctly remember the tile on the wall was robin's egg blue up to about 5 feet tall. She had such frail skin, it was like tissue paper.. I held her hand knowing that she was nearing the end.
I was later (years later) told that my parents were terrified that I was going to do something and rip her skin. I also found out she stayed alive long enough to see me off. She died by away the next morning.
By all accounts, I shouldn't remember this. But I told them details from what my own parents forgot.
My great grandmother (mom's mom's mom) was on her deathbed. I remember meeting her, with my parents one last time before she passed away. I distinctly remember the tile on the wall was robin's egg blue up to about 5 feet tall. She had such frail skin, it was like tissue paper.. I held her hand knowing that she was nearing the end.
I was later (years later) told that my parents were terrified that I was going to do something and rip her skin. I also found out she stayed alive long enough to see me off. She died by away the next morning.
By all accounts, I shouldn't remember this. But I told them details from what my own parents forgot.