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Thinking of you and your family Tawny <3

Tawny, I fully understand how you feel about wanting to remember your granny as she was.
My children were quite young when my dad died, ultimately of a brain tumour.
Towards the end, he thought I was my mum (they were divorced), and, inevitably, was no longer the sharp witted funny man he had been the year before.
The last time the children saw him, he'd been up the night before, dismantling a broken toilet in the hospice!!
I asked the nurse if he had put it back together - 'No' she replied, through pursed lips.
'No change there then', was my reply, 'He was always 'fixing' things, and giving up halfway through - I hope you've hidden any screwdrivers now'.
We had a laugh, but I realised he was 'losing it'.

My daughter stopped seeing my FIL as he went into decline and I understood. My mother never understood why I didn't want to see my father after he died. We all do it differently and should be allowed to do it as we need to.

Don't feel guilty, your mother just doesn't understand. Remember your grandmother how you want to and be there for your mother.

Thinking of you and your family.

Thank you both :-)

I am very sorry to hear this Tawny.

Thinking of you <3

I know what you mean,

I was at the hospital today having an echocardiogram, I mentioned my mum
having valves done, in the 70's at the london chest clinic, strange says the surgeon feller, I was there then, I may have known her, had she had rheumatic fever? I don't know I said.............

sad,
the only one left that might have known, the very last sister, died last month aged 89...........

Just feeling a little low tonight. We've been told that my granny now aged 89 has no more than 48 hours left. There has been a rapid and ongoing decline in her health over the past few months but now the end is near the grief is starting to hit me. I have not seen her for several months by choice as she no longer knows who most of us are. I would rather remember her as the woman who whilst cold and distant at times when no one else was around would hug me and tell me she loved me rather than way she is now. My father understands my reluctance to see his mother like this but my mother is still trying to guilt me into visiting. Though not the last of her generation she is my last grandparent. Whilst inevitable it is strange to think that a generation is almost gone.