Personal Narrative: My Grandma Kidd

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As you have read my all time favorite lullaby, let me explain to you the significance about this meaningful lullaby. To start off, my grandma Kidd was my all time favorite she was there for me whenever i needed her.
I remember as a kid my parents would take us kids on a weekend trip to my grandma and grandpa Kidd’s house. We lived in Piper City which is towards Champaign area. My grandparents were living in Peoria, so we had a decent drive to see them. Sometimes one of us four girls would get lucky and be able to stay there for a whole week!
My grandpa Kidd was real sick when I was younger, he had cancer. At that time I knew that cancer wasn’t a good thing but didn’t fully understand the meaning of cancer let alone all the different types
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Even looking back on it today it’s still the hardest thing I have gone through in life. She was slowly losing her mind, literally. The beginning was very hard because she was in and out of so many nursing homes because either she would do something to another patient or we wouldn 't like the way she was being treated at the nursing home. After the third nursing home in less than a year we got lucky and found a fourth nursing home in Galesburg that was perfect for her! Getting call when she would be having a bad day was a struggle because her bad days were full of anger, if you knew my grandma you would know that she is the nicest person ever. Seeing that side of her was so heartbreaking. In order to calm her down we would always sing forever blowing bubbles to her. Grandma was losing her memory faster than a rabbit. She didn 't remember who my mom was so obviously she didn 't remember myself or my cousin that she raised. The one and only thing she remembered was forever blowing bubbles, how does that …show more content…
I ended up playing She’s Gone by Willie Nelson. Holding her hand and rubbing her cheeks and head, I was telling her that it was okay to let go. I told her she doesn 't need to suffer any longer, that it’s okay we understand you have lived a long and adventurous life. Reminding her that I loved her oh so much! About thirty minutes later i played She’s Gone again because she always liked it for some reason. That is the day i 'll never forget, is sitting there watching my grandmas chest to make sure she was still breathing. Slower and slower the breaths were getting, to the point where she would give me a mini heart attack because it would take her so long to breath in. Finally it happened i told my mom she needed to get a nurse i noticed her eyes rolling up. By the time mom and the nurse came back i was a mess, balling my eyes out. She was gone, I seen my grandma take her last breath and honestly it looked like the best breath of her life because it seemed like a relief to her. She will always forever be blowing

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