I'm afraid I didn't make as good a use of these forums as I probably should when my Gran was still here, but I'm hoping I can do so now (I apologise in advance for this overly long post, but once I started I couldn't seem to stop so I hope you will bear with me)...
My Granny passed away in a care home last December. She was diagnosed with dementia about 5 years ago, although there were signs a long while before that. I lived with my parents and worked during the week, then stayed with her each weekend. I was very happy with this arrangement, however last year it was deemed necessary for her to move into full time care, where she straight away went dramatically downhill and lasted only a short time there.
I always pictured how I would react when she died - a moment I knew in my heart of hearts was never too far away, yet in all the ways imagined I never thought it would be this... I was there when she went peacefully about 10 minutes after I arrived with my parents in the early hours; the home having called to say she was in a bad way. I was too scared to even hold her hand, or stroke her hair in her final moments. I was simply frozen to the chair. After, we packed up some of her more valuable things and left. She was just lying there on the bed. I didn't even think to pull the blanket up over her head like I've seen so many times in films. I went home and phoned work to say I wouldn't be in. In all other ways it was like any other day though. I then got up the following morning and went to work as normal, only having a day off for her funeral since.
I can't seem to get my head around how I acted when it happened. Is what I did normal? We were so close, yet I find myself trying to stop remembering her even in happier times now, as I know ultimately I'll end up thinking about the moment she died and get upset at myself again.
I'm an only child, 27 years old and close with my parents but have no one else in the way of support, bar a couple of friends I can count on one hand. My Gran always said I should get out more and have fun with people my own age at weekends, but I was more than happy with our little routine. I know now she was thinking of the time when she'd be gone. The trouble is I have no idea how to meet people and make new friends. I've tried joining some activity classes and making an effort to go out with colleagues after work etc, but I find myself daydreaming of what me and my Gran would be doing instead, and again the cycle of tears and anger at myself begins. I hate doing the things most people my age are doing - I find no fun in sitting in a bar drinking myself silly, and dread social situations where I might have to meet new people, yet at the same time feel so incredibly lonely.
I have no idea if any of what I've said makes sense (or even if anyone has managed to read this far..sorry it got a bit long!) but if you have made it, I just want to say thank you for hearing my story.
I don't want to forget her, but the pain of remembering seems so much worse right now.
My Granny passed away in a care home last December. She was diagnosed with dementia about 5 years ago, although there were signs a long while before that. I lived with my parents and worked during the week, then stayed with her each weekend. I was very happy with this arrangement, however last year it was deemed necessary for her to move into full time care, where she straight away went dramatically downhill and lasted only a short time there.
I always pictured how I would react when she died - a moment I knew in my heart of hearts was never too far away, yet in all the ways imagined I never thought it would be this... I was there when she went peacefully about 10 minutes after I arrived with my parents in the early hours; the home having called to say she was in a bad way. I was too scared to even hold her hand, or stroke her hair in her final moments. I was simply frozen to the chair. After, we packed up some of her more valuable things and left. She was just lying there on the bed. I didn't even think to pull the blanket up over her head like I've seen so many times in films. I went home and phoned work to say I wouldn't be in. In all other ways it was like any other day though. I then got up the following morning and went to work as normal, only having a day off for her funeral since.
I can't seem to get my head around how I acted when it happened. Is what I did normal? We were so close, yet I find myself trying to stop remembering her even in happier times now, as I know ultimately I'll end up thinking about the moment she died and get upset at myself again.
I'm an only child, 27 years old and close with my parents but have no one else in the way of support, bar a couple of friends I can count on one hand. My Gran always said I should get out more and have fun with people my own age at weekends, but I was more than happy with our little routine. I know now she was thinking of the time when she'd be gone. The trouble is I have no idea how to meet people and make new friends. I've tried joining some activity classes and making an effort to go out with colleagues after work etc, but I find myself daydreaming of what me and my Gran would be doing instead, and again the cycle of tears and anger at myself begins. I hate doing the things most people my age are doing - I find no fun in sitting in a bar drinking myself silly, and dread social situations where I might have to meet new people, yet at the same time feel so incredibly lonely.
I have no idea if any of what I've said makes sense (or even if anyone has managed to read this far..sorry it got a bit long!) but if you have made it, I just want to say thank you for hearing my story.
I don't want to forget her, but the pain of remembering seems so much worse right now.