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The hardest thing I ever had to do, was watch my grandmother fade away, first in health, then mentally. I wanted so bad for her stay here on earth with us, but days on end I could not bear it and stayed away. But grandfather needed me, while uncle's and aunt's were away at work, so I came back to stay with them, for the rest of her days.Daily bed changes and bathing too, helping her the toilet then having to wipe her butt. My Gosh that was the grosses thing I had to ever do. It is a different than to wiping a child's behind. She was my grandmother, and a women to say the least. My uncle was so mad at me because I didn't want to do this, another reason why was I was pregnant and they did not know. I should have never had to do that because she had a serious staff infection mersa, but I did it anyway. Medicines she did not want to take but, but we made her take them anyway. Medicating cracked lips, and bandaging wounds, caused from the steroid she had taken. Daily tasks were hard on us, but to make her comfortably was a must. Eventually it was to much for us to handle, so she went to the hospital. We thought that she was going to die but then she got better. So then she went to the nursing home where my aunt did so work. I visited her there but not quite as often. I thought she was going to get better. One night I told my self Come on mark let's go. So we went and good thing we did cause she was fading fast. I had the idea to tell her that I was pregnant and maybe that would help, but I fought with myself in doing so. Because at that point no one knew. I also thought maybe I should have told her this a long time ago, maybe it would have given her something to live for and that she would fight more for life. I was so mad and all these thing's were going through my mind. Eventually I dragged up a chair and grabbed her hand. Kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear, that I was pregnant. She squeezed my hand. I thought she was to far gone but I guess not. Then my sister asked what I had sad was true, and everyone was mad at me for not telling anyone again, for they wouldn't have made me do the thing's I had done. I just looked at them all and said, I would have done them anyway, she would have done it for me. Then I spoke up and said, If this baby is a girl, I am naming her after Grandma. Grandpa looked at me and smiled as tears welled up in his eyes. About an hour later the radio that had been playing her favorite Christian songs, was turned up for Amazing Grace had come to play, as my grandmother passed. That was her favorite song.
Jan 3 2:50 PM. 2008
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