I have mentioned before about my grandmother and how her condition is becoming worse. She was taken to the hospital when she fell and broke her hip and arm and it has been going downhill from there. While at the hospital she got a couple of bedsores and even though the sores were being treated they still became very infected which means I cannot even go to visit her because I cannot take a chance on anything happening to me right now. In my own mind I have already made peace with my grandmother dying because my grandmother died a long time ago - the grandmother I knew. As her
Alzheimer's has progressed the real person she was has long ago disappeared. Right now she is just ready to go - at least I feel that way. I really think she wants to go - she's miserable. This independent always well put together lady is would not like to see herself right now.
We have been going through my grandmother's things - trying to clean her house out and there was only one thing that I wanted from her house. It may seem a little strange, but in my mind it makes sense. My grandmother had a very, let's just say unique, style to her decor. Chicken lamps, squirrels and owls on walls....I could go on. Well, there was one little statue that I would always stare at when at my grandmother's house. It is the first thing that comes to mind when I picture walking into her house. It sat right on top of her tv and now it has made its way into my very own home. I am shocked John let me have it, but I love it! Not just the actual statue itself, but the memories it brings...
2 comments:
It makes perfect sense.
Your gma sounds like my great gma. lol Def a unique style!
I'm sorry you don't get to go see her.
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