Tribute

[robinbloke]

It's my Nan's birthday on Friday; she's currently bed bound and barely acknowledging anyone else around her, we all know that shes really just waiting - it's painful because I remember her so full of life, so busy, up up and mobile; smiling, chatting. My dad told me to 'try to remember her as she was' because it is so difficult seeing her as she is.
I'm sending her a card, since she doesn't actually need or want anything - she has piles and piles of sweets, flowers and suchlike; she never really even looks at them.
I've tried to write a small poem to remember her as she was, but I'm not sure I should put it in the card because it's so utterly different to what she is now.
So I dedicate this little piece of memory floating in netspace to her, her memory with these words.

Always smiles, laughs and warmth
Bright eyes and always busy
Time for everyone, time for chats
Quite unique, my lovely Nan.

Comments

[silja.livejournal.com]

That is a lovely poem. I think your Nan would like the sentiments contained in it. I know a little of how you feel- my nan is 96 and failing rapidly too, though can still get out of bed at the moment. *hugs*

Have you considered giving her a walkman with big buttons, or a small tape recorder, and making taper for her of you telling stories, reading books etc?

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The walkman or recorder she wouldn't even look at, but the tape is a lovely idea; I'll have to try and find some poems or stories she might like and record them.

Thankyou.