#Garden story memories how to#

Then they went out in the hall to get a hold of family and friends. Finally I had looked away to see my mom crying and my dad comforting her.

#Garden story memories how to#

I saw her laying there all sad looking and in pain and not knowing what had happen to her, as the minutes had gone by I couldn't help myself but stare at my grandma, in shock not knowing how to respond to what had happened. When I got there and walking into her room I could not bare to walk any further then the doorway or the chair next to the door. just recently my grandma had a stroke, needless to say I dislike hospitals, it's depressing and heartbreaking to be at a hospital for any reason, as she was rushed to the hospital my dad had picked me up for practice, telling me my grandma was being rushed to the hospital. She has been around me more than any of my siblings or cousins, so I had become really close to her over the years. Here is my story, I have been with my grandma since I was a baby. I loved the poem its sad and emotional, but it reminds me of my grandma.

I will forever be so proud of her and I'm so glad I got to say goodbye to her and tell her how much I loved her and always will. I can honestly say that my nan was the bravest and strongest person I will have ever met and even when she knew her life was coming to an end, she still kept her humour and positivity. And I was there for her, next to her bedside, when she finally gave in. I was there for her when she had to rely on a machine to breath and had to take weekly trips to the hospital because she was suffocating. I, at the age of 15, was there for her when her throat muscles wouldn't let her swallow any more so she had to get a gastric tube fitted just above her belly button. In my nans case, it started attacking her throat and lungs first. It slowly stops your muscles working till your body is completely paralysed. She died of something called MND (Motor Neuron Disease).