Posted by TexasChic on August 29, 2005, at 20:47:35
I was my Grandmother's primary caregiver for 7 years. I moved out a year ago because my Mom had moved in (and was slowly but surely driving me insane). Plus, her being there gave me the chance to move out, even though they both made me feel guilty about it. Six months later my Mom put her in a nursing home. Two months later, in June, she passed away. I watched as they took her off life support and her heartbeat slowly faded away. I spoke to her, promising that I would live my life to the fullest - something she wanted when she was still in her right mind. Wow, this is the first time I've cried since I was at the hospital. The day of the funeral I took too many Xanax and most of the day is a total blank. I really made a fool out of myself in front of my brother and sister, but thankfully only them. Grandmother was my best friend for so many years. I dealt with things I never would have thought I could have while caring for her. I kind of postponed my life while caring for her. But I can't imagine it any other way. My mom and I don't get along, my mom and my Grandmother didn't get along, but Grandmother and I were like twin souls. Okay, this is my first try at talking about this, and I think I need to stop now. Thanks for listening.
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thread:548488
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