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When I was little
You were so strong
So capable of doing anything
How I admired you
I remember our trips to the store
The candy you'd buy me if I was good
The garage sales and trips to the library
So many books, scattered throughout the house
I loved talking to you
And laying by you
Watching PBS or perhaps Murder She Wrote
Listening to your laughter
You have always been full of life
The stories you told me
How I loved to listen to the tales of your youth
And hear how it was for you and Grandpa
I liked hearing about my mom and uncles as kids
Look at old photographs and smile
So entranced by the past
And how you got so into the stories you told
As I grew older, so have you
But you always seemed so vital
Always looking out for me
Ready to help me when I needed it
Time slowly caught up with you
Your movements slowed
Simple tasks became hard for you to do
But not wanting to admit you needed help
It broke my heart as I watched you
You went from the woman who could do anything
And the one who always helped others
To the one who needed our help
I promised you and myself that I would step up
I would give back
Be there for you
For you'd always been there for me
At first, it wasn't so bad
Sometimes I'd get frustrated
Grumbling about picking up after you
Comparing you to my little boy
But really, it wasn't so bad
And afterall, you had done way more for me
I didn't want to see you give up your home
You deserved to keep as much of your independence as possible
A fragile woman
But still so proud
Unwilling to accept help
Still the same fire in your soul
But as more time passed
You grew weaker still
And then you got sick
I felt so lost
A stoke
That's what they say happened
But I wasn't willing to give up yet
I vowed to keep trying
We brought you home
After you promised to use a cane
But you were proud
And that promise was soon broken
The falling increased
It's happening all the time now
And you get sick a lot
I feel so helpless
I feel like I'm letting you down
I promised I'd help you
That I'd give all I could
For as long as I had strength to do so
It's become too much for me
My pride has been fighting me for weeks
I too am so proud
Unwilling to admit defeat
I am truly your granddaughter
Full of fire
Determination is in my blood
As it's been in yours from the start
Hard headed
Stubborn, they say
You, my mom, and myself
It's just who we are
But I look at you
And I cry
You need help
Beyond what I can do anymore
It breaks my heart
I listen to you snoring
I know that I should sleep
But I can't
My heart is troubled
As I remember the woman I once knew
I'm so broken
Because she's just a memory now
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Thank you, Nancy. <3 And, you're right, I can always remember her the way she was....
memory is what keeps her there as she was ...it is hard to watch the aging of those we love ..you put it very well and with love .
This was something I needed to do. <3
such a wonderfully productive way to process feelings, carissa. the sense of loving helplessness comes through loud and clear!
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