venting

i really get what you mean. i FOUND my grandmother and grandfather dead... a penny for a story

my grandmother was diagnosed with alzheimers a long time ago, and my grandfather was a retiree from the navy. he had metal knee replacements and he fell on the stairs around the ripe age of 80. we had to put him in the bed because the hospital would just give him anisthetics to keep the swelling down. nothing more. so he lived for a couple more months, bed ridden. i hand fed him every meal of the day. but eventuallly the school year started, and i had to cram my schedule for him. i WANTED to. i woke up at 4 in the morning, spent an hour at their house feeding him, went to school, came back to feed him again, and by 6-7 o'clock i fed him supper, sometimes helping him onto the toilet(he used a portable in his room, because his legs wouldnt allow him to walk to the bathroom), and giving him his showers. but he KNEW he was going to die and stopped eating. that night my father, mother and i, went to his house to give him a shower, lifting him from the bed. that night i think he passed out from the pain, and the next morning as i went to go feed him... he had died.


my grandmother was well off, since she had alzheimers, she didnt know her husband was dying. she later fell in the tubs and hurt her leg too. it was swollen three times its size, and we couldnt take her to the doctor either, she probably would have died of fright. but eventually she did like her husband and was put to the bed as i took care of her, relating back to the 4o'clock reutine. she held on with courage and god for about a year, never once thinking she was going to die. she didnt even know whom my mom was, and thought she was a 10 year old!. but one morning, as such a motif would have it, i found her dead. i promised myself that i wouldnt cry... but my mothers face... was too much to bear.

i relate, i guess... i just want to make you feel better...