Damn. My Nana died of Alzheimer’s last year. I had moved away for school (she pushed for this by the way) and so I wasn’t there during the last year and a half very much. I only got to see her every few months. The second to the last time I got to see her, it had been months. When I got to their house my Papa warned me that she had begun to forget who people were. That made me so nervous. There are few things as being forgotten by the people you love most. Anyways, when my Nana saw my little brother and I she was a little confused. My brother is 11 years younger than me and she didn’t remember him. When she looked at me though she smiled and told me that she was so happy to see me because she had missed me. Even at the end when she couldn’t speak anymore, she would still smile at me the way she did when I was a kid. It was an honor to be remembered at the end. I know I will never ever forget her.
Thanks for posting this. People need to see more of the love that shines through still. Even towards the end.
Yo so my grandfather was in a plane accident in the 80s that messed up his tear ducts. As a result, he shed big ol' uncontrollable tears whenever he felt emotional, even if it was for small things. For example, whenever my mother walked in the room, he would smile and shed a tear. I remember seeing his tears from 50 yards away when I would be singing in high school choir concerts; he would be 20 rows back but I could see them.
When he began losing his memory due to dementia, the tears would continue to fall. When I went to visit him, he wouldn't remember me, but somewhere in his brain would remember the emotions he would have when I was with him, and the tears would flow. While he would often ask who I was, the tears served as a reminder that somewhere, deep in his mind, he remembered parts of me.
Alzheimer's is just fluffing terrible. My grandmother passed away from it a couple years ago, and my grandfather stayed by her side through it all. He never put her in a nursing home, never a hospital even after she was bedridden and forgot how to talk. It was a full time job that I will always intensely respect him for.
Before it got that bad, my mom was over there cutting her hair and they were just chatting like one would do with a barber. By this point my grandmother didnt remember her daughter, so my mom just went with it and was talking to her about her "boyfriend" at the time (my grandfather). "I heard that John was going to ask you to marry him." My mom said. Apparently my grandmother just got this huge smile on her face and said, "I would say yes." So after the hair cut my mom goes into the kitchen and tells my granddad, who walks right into the living room and proposes to his wife again. Decades later, after three children and hundreds of adventures, she said yes again.
scarytntea on June 22nd, 2018 at 07:09 UTC »
Damn. My Nana died of Alzheimer’s last year. I had moved away for school (she pushed for this by the way) and so I wasn’t there during the last year and a half very much. I only got to see her every few months. The second to the last time I got to see her, it had been months. When I got to their house my Papa warned me that she had begun to forget who people were. That made me so nervous. There are few things as being forgotten by the people you love most. Anyways, when my Nana saw my little brother and I she was a little confused. My brother is 11 years younger than me and she didn’t remember him. When she looked at me though she smiled and told me that she was so happy to see me because she had missed me. Even at the end when she couldn’t speak anymore, she would still smile at me the way she did when I was a kid. It was an honor to be remembered at the end. I know I will never ever forget her.
Thanks for posting this. People need to see more of the love that shines through still. Even towards the end.
2u3e9v on June 22nd, 2018 at 09:03 UTC »
Yo so my grandfather was in a plane accident in the 80s that messed up his tear ducts. As a result, he shed big ol' uncontrollable tears whenever he felt emotional, even if it was for small things. For example, whenever my mother walked in the room, he would smile and shed a tear. I remember seeing his tears from 50 yards away when I would be singing in high school choir concerts; he would be 20 rows back but I could see them.
When he began losing his memory due to dementia, the tears would continue to fall. When I went to visit him, he wouldn't remember me, but somewhere in his brain would remember the emotions he would have when I was with him, and the tears would flow. While he would often ask who I was, the tears served as a reminder that somewhere, deep in his mind, he remembered parts of me.
PeaceSnowangel on June 22nd, 2018 at 11:23 UTC »
Alzheimer's is just fluffing terrible. My grandmother passed away from it a couple years ago, and my grandfather stayed by her side through it all. He never put her in a nursing home, never a hospital even after she was bedridden and forgot how to talk. It was a full time job that I will always intensely respect him for.
Before it got that bad, my mom was over there cutting her hair and they were just chatting like one would do with a barber. By this point my grandmother didnt remember her daughter, so my mom just went with it and was talking to her about her "boyfriend" at the time (my grandfather). "I heard that John was going to ask you to marry him." My mom said. Apparently my grandmother just got this huge smile on her face and said, "I would say yes." So after the hair cut my mom goes into the kitchen and tells my granddad, who walks right into the living room and proposes to his wife again. Decades later, after three children and hundreds of adventures, she said yes again.