I spent every weekend with my grandparents for the first 15 years of my life. Their house was my home away from home.
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Lady Jane has finally made her journal private!
She loves me very much and wants the best for me. At the moment it’s hard for her as she is looking after my grandad who has alzehiemers. I gave her time to vent and listened deeply to what she had to say. She’s very highly strung and it’s not surprising having to deal with the things that she does. I ofter to help, but she is very stubborn. I’ve arranged to go down and see her on wednesday after horse riding and i’m sure that it will be a nice relief for her to have my company as it must be hard being around my grandad when he is also suffering with depression. I know that i brighten up their day, they are like parents to me as they looked after me for several years when i was younger. I will miss them very much if i go back to Surrey.
Des is slowly regaining her sanity (unfortunately?)
I only have one grandmother left. She’s 90 years old, and failing in health. I try to make it a priority to get over to see her at least every other week, and more often if I can.
Both of my grandmothers were surrogate mothers to me and I became very close to them. They were the ones who would take care of me during the summers and on days that I was home from school because of illness. They were the ones to encourage me and help me through life. They were the ones who took me to get my hair permed, shopped for decent school clothes, and bought my feminine hygeine supplies when I was too young and embarrassed to do it for myself! One of my grandmas paid for my music lessons in high school. My other grandparents helped me through college and helped with the downpayment on my first house. I don’t know how I would have made it through life without them.
I hope I have shown my appreciation, and have given back some of what they have given me. I helped to care for my paternal grandparents throughout their illnesses at the ends of their lives. I was the one who was with my grandma when she died, nine years ago. For many years I had dinner with my grandparents every Sunday evening, right up until we lost my grandfather, two years ago this week. I am glad that I was able to spend as much time with them as I did.

