Thank you so much for Sharing. Wow that is some story. It reminded me of my story with my grandparents and the movie, The Notebook.
Your story really touched my heart and there's something very loving for what you did and how you did it.
I was the only family member in hospice with my grandfather. I held his hand, combed his hair and by the end he thought I was his son and not his grandson. His mind was gone and yet there was no greater honor in my life that caring for him. Whatever name he called me, it didn't matter. It was about love.
A disease may have forced your grandmother not to remembered, but love speaks on deeper levels. And she felt it.
And something tells me the quality of love you provided had nothing to do with how much she'd remember or not.
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kenzierose,
Thank you so much for Sharing. Wow that is some story. It reminded me of my story with my grandparents and the movie, The Notebook.
Your story really touched my heart and there's something very loving for what you did and how you did it.
I was the only family member in hospice with my grandfather. I held his hand, combed his hair and by the end he thought I was his son and not his grandson. His mind was gone and yet there was no greater honor in my life that caring for him. Whatever name he called me, it didn't matter. It was about love.
A disease may have forced your grandmother not to remembered, but love speaks on deeper levels. And she felt it.
And something tells me the quality of love you provided had nothing to do with how much she'd remember or not.
Thank you,
-Todd
April 13, 2008 - 10:04pmThis Comment
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