My grandmother hasn't been doing well lately. This amazing woman has had 17 children of her own and adopted another when the 17 were almost raised. She and my grandfather celebrated 70 years of marriage in January, she is 86. She has seen so much hardship in her life, they didn't have much money but she made up for it with love.
We took her to the hospital and she laid on the stretcher and cried, first time I've ever in my life seen her cry, it broke my heart. How could someone so strong be so frail and small now. She might weigh 85 pounds, is losing her sight. Just last month she was outside with her youngest son, planting up a new flower
bed, I caught her a couple of weeks ago on her hands and knees waxing the floor. She wasn't pleased that I finished it and would not leave her do it.
I am not prepared to see her go and neither is anyone in the area. She was the woman who fed the neighbor's children when the father drank the cheque, who took in the baby no one wanted, who stayed up all night with the child who was dying, who comforted the friend when their children drowned trying to save someone, who took us in when my father killed himself and our house burned down right after.
I am so brokenhearted lately.