The Rose That Grew From Concrete

Grandma

It was a slow progression.
One i hoped she would never reach.
Part of me hoped she would pass away before it got that bad, because I didn't wanna see her like that.
Does that make me selfish? To wish death on a person all because I don't wanna go and see them, and they not remember who i am.
I didn't want her to end up like some of the people i take care of.
Its a hard thing to process, but i don't want them to suffer.
She had been slipping for years, but none of us realized how bad it had gotten.
She has been in the hospital for days now, due to a mild heart attack and fluid on the lungs..grandpa went home and was cleaning up and under the bathroom sink was poop covered toilet paper..yuck. Grandma was really slipping.
Yesterday she woke up and was a different person, she ripped out her iv and was walking down the halls into other peoples rooms.
My dad went to visit her and she asked him who he was, she didn't remember.

My worst fear for her came true.
The loving grandmother who made us dinner every Sunday. Who would spend her day baking goodies and Key-lime pie because she knew it was both my dad and I's favorite, who made it her duty to take me shopping for school clothes every year, who did everything she possibly could to help people out, was finally gone.

Now she is just the shell of the person she was.
Starring blankly back at us like she has seen us before but doesn't know who we are.

I love my grandma and prayed that this day would never come, cause how do you explain to her that your her granddaughter when she insist she doesn't have one.

"I love you grandma, even if you don't know it"