Dear Grandma,
Yesterday I cried. A lot. You have taken another step away from us and it hurts more and more the further away you go. I know it's not your fault. I know you are scared too. And I know you would still want to be close to us as well, nut that's what happens. And no one can stop it.
I have cried in the past, of course I have. The early times when you would repeat the same conversation over and over. We put it down to old age to begin with. Maybe things would be different if we had saw these signs differently. I cried again, when it got worse and you had trouble recognising me and forgetting my name. My heart broke each and every time you though I was one of my mums friends. And I cried again yesterday when you were admitted to hospital for trying to escape the place you now call home.
You will be moving into a home soon. I cried at this as well. I know it is necessary. You are living with my Aunt but can't care for you anymore. And I don't blame her, even though she blames herself. I couldn't deal with the heartbreak each and every day.
I had selfishly put all these feelings into a tiny box, and placed that box into a maze in my mind, hoping I wouldn't have to deal with them. It worked. For a bit. When I don't think about you or the situation we find ourselves in, it's easy to forget. It's easy to remember you as the larger than life lady. The cool grandma that did Apple Sourz shots with us. Now, you are a frightened, frail creature that is a shadow of your former self.
I will try to deal with this better going forward. And I will try to visit more often, I just need to find some armor for my heart first.
Love you lots, as always.
Yesterday I cried. A lot. You have taken another step away from us and it hurts more and more the further away you go. I know it's not your fault. I know you are scared too. And I know you would still want to be close to us as well, nut that's what happens. And no one can stop it.
I have cried in the past, of course I have. The early times when you would repeat the same conversation over and over. We put it down to old age to begin with. Maybe things would be different if we had saw these signs differently. I cried again, when it got worse and you had trouble recognising me and forgetting my name. My heart broke each and every time you though I was one of my mums friends. And I cried again yesterday when you were admitted to hospital for trying to escape the place you now call home.
You will be moving into a home soon. I cried at this as well. I know it is necessary. You are living with my Aunt but can't care for you anymore. And I don't blame her, even though she blames herself. I couldn't deal with the heartbreak each and every day.
I had selfishly put all these feelings into a tiny box, and placed that box into a maze in my mind, hoping I wouldn't have to deal with them. It worked. For a bit. When I don't think about you or the situation we find ourselves in, it's easy to forget. It's easy to remember you as the larger than life lady. The cool grandma that did Apple Sourz shots with us. Now, you are a frightened, frail creature that is a shadow of your former self.
I will try to deal with this better going forward. And I will try to visit more often, I just need to find some armor for my heart first.
Love you lots, as always.
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