TheSkaFish
Jedi Guardian
So I'm not sure where to put this, but my Grandma's health got really bad since last weekend. I'm probably saying goodbye to her either today or tomorrow.
She'd been healthy most of her life, and was independent for a long time, well into her 80s. In fact, about ten years ago or so from around now, we were outside shoveling snow together. But she started having some major health issues as she got older, into the 90s. Still, she was a fighter, and she'd always pulled through in the past. More than once the doctors had given up on her, in fact almost everyone did except me and my Mom - and she pulled through for us. I'd been helping my Mom take care of her these past couple of years. I was visiting about once a week, usually staying on the weekends for a day or two. Mostly I'd help with yardwork, and also just keeping an eye on her, keeping her out of trouble, helping her walk, making her some tea and snacks, and just trying to provide some mental stimulation and companionship. But we were close all my life, before that. My brothers and I would often go over to her house on the weekends growing up, and she used to like to cook for us and entertain us by playing card and board games. And she always came over to our house for our birthdays, special occasions and other visits. She would sometimes watch our dog with me while everyone else was away. She just liked being involved in our lives. I hang on to those memories fondly.
I went back and forth about posting this at all, because I didn't want to seem like I'm looking for attention or sympathy or something. But, I'm pretty broken up. And I don't really have anyone to talk to right now.
I don't know what else to say. Just venting these feelings, I guess.
She'd been healthy most of her life, and was independent for a long time, well into her 80s. In fact, about ten years ago or so from around now, we were outside shoveling snow together. But she started having some major health issues as she got older, into the 90s. Still, she was a fighter, and she'd always pulled through in the past. More than once the doctors had given up on her, in fact almost everyone did except me and my Mom - and she pulled through for us. I'd been helping my Mom take care of her these past couple of years. I was visiting about once a week, usually staying on the weekends for a day or two. Mostly I'd help with yardwork, and also just keeping an eye on her, keeping her out of trouble, helping her walk, making her some tea and snacks, and just trying to provide some mental stimulation and companionship. But we were close all my life, before that. My brothers and I would often go over to her house on the weekends growing up, and she used to like to cook for us and entertain us by playing card and board games. And she always came over to our house for our birthdays, special occasions and other visits. She would sometimes watch our dog with me while everyone else was away. She just liked being involved in our lives. I hang on to those memories fondly.
I went back and forth about posting this at all, because I didn't want to seem like I'm looking for attention or sympathy or something. But, I'm pretty broken up. And I don't really have anyone to talk to right now.
I don't know what else to say. Just venting these feelings, I guess.
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