Bereavement
My Granmother died this weekend, while I was in Loughborough sorting my thesis out. She'd just come out of hospital a few days ago, after recovering from heart and kidney problems and getting a pacemaker fitted. I'd been worried on that account for the last month, but when she was readmitted over a chest infection, I didn't even consider that she wouldn't make it.
My memories of Gran already seem distant since she could barely speak since her stroke six years ago. All she could always say was to sing 'happy birthday' every time there was a family birthday. Mum still has the recording of Gran singing that song as her ringtone. You could always tell that her thoughts were quite clear and that her impaired communication annoyed her. But she was genuinely happy very often in the last six years, and happiness is nearly all that I can remember her for, before that.
My memories of Gran already seem distant since she could barely speak since her stroke six years ago. All she could always say was to sing 'happy birthday' every time there was a family birthday. Mum still has the recording of Gran singing that song as her ringtone. You could always tell that her thoughts were quite clear and that her impaired communication annoyed her. But she was genuinely happy very often in the last six years, and happiness is nearly all that I can remember her for, before that.