MemoriesA Story by Samantha JenkinsThe person I miss more than life itself, my grandmotherHaving a hole in your heart when you miss someone or something, is hard. The only person I can say I miss is the woman, my grandmother was before dementia set in. She has been one of my closest friends, she was more than a grandmother. She might not have spoiled me with tangible things but she did with her love and attention. When I was younger I would spend weeks with her in the summer, and I always had the best time. We would go out to eat too like Mcdonald's and she would take me out shopping for something. We played games, mostly card games and she did not always win but she would always keep playing. One memory though I do have, and I regret and it will leave my heart cracked since it happened. One time I spent a week over and we got into a fight over something I can not remember what it was but I told her I hated her and I could see in her look I broke her heart. We both wept, hugged and said we loved each other. Even though I know she can not remember it, I will for the rest of my life. I saw such a change, once we discovered she had dementia, it broke my heart worse than ever. She can not live on her own, and she wants to go back to living alone. She is depressed all the time, worse than she was before which breaks my heart. She might not remember everything and I are fine with that I just want to be with her when I can. Even though I am busy I am willing to go see her. Many people in that home that no one visits and they will die alone there. Even though my grandmother may think she will die alone, she will not. That was the worst heartbreak, watching my grandmother turn into the woman she is. © 2016 Samantha JenkinsAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on July 13, 2016 Last Updated on July 13, 2016 AuthorSamantha JenkinsAboutSitting down, head filled with thoughts, notebooks filled with ramblings to be sorted, a blank sheet of paper ready for a story to unfold. I am a dreamer, a human that makes mistakes, one willing t.. more..Writing
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