My great grandparents had a very close relationship. They were married for 60 years and had a wonderful life together. They just seemed to fit together. You could say my Gran was tiny and my Grandad wasn’t very tall either. However, that’s what made them just look like an even more perfect couple when they were together.
My Grandad was forever asking my dad to put a bet at the bookies for him, as he loved having a gamble. They were also both very active and my Gran never stopped cleaning, she was forever doing things for my grandad like making him food and giving him cups of tea. One of my funniest memories is from when we used to visit my Gran and she would ask, "would you like a can of juice?” When we said no she 'd forget and repeat herself …show more content…
I hardly ever saw my mum in my grans final few months as she was staying overnight at my Grans house to take care of her and make sure she took the medication she needed. However, because I was young this seemed to affect me because not having my mum around was not a normal occurrence. My mum had a very close bond with her Gran.As her Gran got weaker, my mum got stronger as she had to stay strong for my sister and me. I remember clear as day, just before her passing, going to see her on a very emotional visit, as I knew, it would probably be the last time I would have a conversation with such an amazing woman. This was probably one of the toughest things I have had to experience and it broke my heart leaving her house that day. After my mum had attended her grans funeral, I noticed that my mum wasn’t so talkative and she wasn 't for a while and shortly but slowly she eventually learned to deal with her death and carry on with life without …show more content…
At times Grandad still has his sense of humour but then he would ask where Mabel is or if we were taking me home to see her today? He did give the nurses a hard time on occasions but he never mean it. One day my mum went to visit him and he had two shirts, two jumpers and his shoes on in bed. he had a few falls which have caused him to have bruising. He was a very lucky man to still have as much family as he did around him who loved and cared for him very much as some people have no one. Often when I went to visit him he didn’t remember who I was which broke my heart and I had to remind him several times but eventually he recognised my voice and the more, I seen him the easier it was for him to remember me. This made me feel that maybe he wasn’t as ill as I thought he
My Grandad was forever asking my dad to put a bet at the bookies for him, as he loved having a gamble. They were also both very active and my Gran never stopped cleaning, she was forever doing things for my grandad like making him food and giving him cups of tea. One of my funniest memories is from when we used to visit my Gran and she would ask, "would you like a can of juice?” When we said no she 'd forget and repeat herself …show more content…
I hardly ever saw my mum in my grans final few months as she was staying overnight at my Grans house to take care of her and make sure she took the medication she needed. However, because I was young this seemed to affect me because not having my mum around was not a normal occurrence. My mum had a very close bond with her Gran.As her Gran got weaker, my mum got stronger as she had to stay strong for my sister and me. I remember clear as day, just before her passing, going to see her on a very emotional visit, as I knew, it would probably be the last time I would have a conversation with such an amazing woman. This was probably one of the toughest things I have had to experience and it broke my heart leaving her house that day. After my mum had attended her grans funeral, I noticed that my mum wasn’t so talkative and she wasn 't for a while and shortly but slowly she eventually learned to deal with her death and carry on with life without …show more content…
At times Grandad still has his sense of humour but then he would ask where Mabel is or if we were taking me home to see her today? He did give the nurses a hard time on occasions but he never mean it. One day my mum went to visit him and he had two shirts, two jumpers and his shoes on in bed. he had a few falls which have caused him to have bruising. He was a very lucky man to still have as much family as he did around him who loved and cared for him very much as some people have no one. Often when I went to visit him he didn’t remember who I was which broke my heart and I had to remind him several times but eventually he recognised my voice and the more, I seen him the easier it was for him to remember me. This made me feel that maybe he wasn’t as ill as I thought he