I lost my grandmother 4 months ago. She was with me for 22 years and we loved each other. I was so close to her and I loved her infinitely. I loved talking for hours and I didn't get tired of her company at all. I can't describe my feelings for her. I can say that she is my third parent. I was raised by my mom, dad and grandma at home. Along with my parents, she built me as an entity, educated me, taught me the good and the right things in life. I adored her, she was always close to my heart and I thought to her - is it good, how is she, what does she do when I'm not around her. Her voice itself acted as something divine that filled me as we talked about the simplest things. Anything that bothered me, and after she shared it with her and listened to me without even saying anything, it became easier for me. Just listening to me with interest made me damn calm, I felt wonderful and my soul was filled in a divine, extraordinary way. I MISS AWFULLY JUST LISTENING TO ME AND LOOKING AT ME; (... to tell me: "SUCCESS", to smile at me and send me to Varna (I'm a 4th year student). , we talked so much about him wanting to see me with a job in life and a nice man, I believed he would see me and I really hoped that God would leave her to me for years to come. Something, the whole universe is helping you.
Well, I wanted to, in fact, I was convinced that Grandma would have a 90-year anniversary, and she left us at 82 quite unexpectedly, without ever getting sick, having blood problems, and suffering. from a flu, she didn't have a cane, not even her skin was wrinkled like other grandmothers, and she was very smart, she was a very smart grandmother. We miss so much her advice, her knowledge and recipes; there was nothing to do and not to do properly. What he touched, grayed, shone, was born to live at her hands. This spring we will eat for the last time the salads sown by her hands. He was constantly doing something in the garden, arranging sunshades in the sun, turning, just always finding a job and working with pleasure.
One day at noon I went to her room and my grandmother had fallen, suffered a mild ischemic stroke. None of our relatives could understand why it happened after she had never given such signs. It was an incredible shock for me, and over time, my grandmother's absence is getting worse. The pain does not decrease, but intensifies and becomes more severe, that this is already my reality and we will not be able to talk again and my soul will be filled. For 1 week my grandmother struggled in the hospital and during this week I felt the pain in my heart and the feeling that my heart was being crushed in a vise. During this week, neither the food passed through my throat, nor could I sleep at night (2/3 of a day) - we complained about it alive. That was before the Christmas holidays. Throughout my existence, I prayed for a miracle and for Grandma to be alive and well again, but it didn't happen - the worst happened.
To look at her helpless and in a coma ... like a century-old tree that has fallen into nothingness. Give me advice on how to continue this pain for a loved one, because I can't brag that I'm a non-populist, but in fact I'm very sensitive and I'm constantly sad for my grandmother and our conversations. ; (; ( nor could I sleep at night (2/3 of a day) - we complained to her alive. That was before the Christmas holidays. Throughout my existence, I prayed for a miracle and for Grandma to be alive and well again, but it didn't happen - the worst happened. To look at her helpless and in a coma ... like a century-old tree that has fallen into nothingness. Give me advice on how to continue this pain for a loved one, because I can't brag that I'm a non-populist, but in fact I'm very sensitive and I'm constantly sad for my grandmother and our conversations. ; (; ( nor could I sleep at night (2/3 of a day) - we complained to her alive.
That was before the Christmas holidays. Throughout my existence, I prayed for a miracle and for Grandma to be alive and well again, but it didn't happen - the worst happened. To look at her helpless and in a coma ... like a century-old tree that has fallen into nothingness. Give me advice on how to continue this pain for a loved one, because I can't brag that I'm a non-populist, but in fact, I'm very sensitive and I'm constantly sad for my grandmother and our conversations. ; (; ( because I can't brag that I'm a non-Pukist, but in fact, I'm very sensitive and I'm constantly sad for my grandmother and for our conversations. ; (; ( because I can't brag that I'm a non, but in fact, I'm very sensitive and I'm constantly sad for my grandmother and for our conversations. ; (; (
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I'm sorry about your grandmother. I also love my grandmother, who raised me. She is the person I spent my childhood with. I was with her during the week, and my mother only saw her on weekends. In the summer I was only with my grandmother. I want to say that I spent 8 years with her and I saw my mother very rarely. Honestly, I love Grandma a little more than Mom. I am now 15. She is amazing, although she grumbles constantly ^^ I pray she lives many more years!