Some of my worst memorys were of my grandma while she was her worst. We took care of her for so long and it was hard. It started with just getting lost but got worse really fast. One time we woke up and we looked in the bathroom and she had smeared poop all over the walls and it was all over her and her bed. My dad tried to help her change out of her dirty clothes and she started screaming and hitting him because she didn't know who this man was trying to get her undressed. Another time she peed her pants and I had to change her. I had to help her change her clothes a lot and I don't know why because my mom was there and capable. But when she started getting really bad we had to put her in a nursing home. All she did when we visited was sit in her chair and stare off into space we would talk to her and feed her but she wouldn't react. Except to my little sister. My little sister Abby was the light of gran's life. Abby was born about a year after my grandpa died and grab loved her so much. Through all of her disease she always recognized Abby and lit up when she saw her. Before she got bad they were best friends they did everything together. At gran's funeral it was the saddest thing ever because Abby sat there and balled her eyes out but she was only 8 or 9. But know gran's in a better place (I'm guessing)
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Life
Non-Fictionjust a story about the truths of life, well I guess it's mostly about my life but maybe I can bestow some wisdome on you, I doubt it but I'll try. I'm new to all of this so don't judge. Update every other day- or whenever I feel inspiration
