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.

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[nisaba.livejournal.com]

Your poem is beautiful.

My gran was much the same before she passed away, although I was fortunate (I guess, depends on how you look at it) to not see the worst since I was living here. It's the hardest time of all though, the end... My gran at least, for all that it hurt those around her to see her as she was, was in herself quite peaceful and content. I hope your Nan is the same *hugs*