Over the past 2 years, Grannie had been recovering from her first stroke which hit the family hard. Everyone fussing over her when you could clealy tell she didn't want all the fuss. On the 7th august, she had been to the doctors to get the all clear, that she had fully reovered from her stroke. Everyone was ever so happy, Grannie the most. Then the worst happened..
On the 8th august, i answered the phone to grandad asking for helen is a worried voice. We expected it was just that Grannie had fallen out of bed, but half an hour later, the phone went agian. It was Helen saying that Grannie had been taken to hospital, thinking that she has had an other stroke. We all took turns in going to see her at the hospital. On the 11th august, Grandad, Uncle Jim and Martyn went to see a surgen to see what was wrong with Grannie. The stroke was bad, damaged all the brain sells and that she only had 7 - 10 days left. When we heard the news all our hearts broke, because not only was it that our Grannie was dying, but the days where she could end up dying was Helen's 18th birthday.
Them days were the longest days of our life. Everyone of us taking it in turns staying by her bedside. Sunday the 16th, everyone had to go home, many lived in scotland. So me and helen chose to sleep at the hospital on th 17th, so me and Grannie was the first ones there on her birthday. But unfortuntly we never because got because grannie died on the 17th at 3 am.
Monday 17th was a long day, we were all at Grandads listing to him making phone calls to everyone to let them know that Grannie had past away. We all had to hold it in for Grandad but it felt like Grannie was just upstairs in bed, just waiting to come down and join in with all the fun. Every one was at each others throats for that week. From the death of Grannie till her funeral.
Monday 24th, we all got dressed up to take Grannies body into the church. It was hard. I cried when they covered her coffin with the white sheet, knowing what was going to happen the following day. Everyone went back to Grandads to chose what people were reading. Dad and Helen got something to read. We all had to go bed early.
Tuesday 25th. Hardest day of all our lifes. We was all up at 8 O'clock to have something to eat because we had a long day ahead of us. We were all meetig up at Grandads at 9 30, so we were all ready for then. I had a black dress, tights, high heels shoes and my hair in a bun. We walked around to Grandad's to see the garden full of people that we didn't recongise, but then found out that they were family from scotland. We were waiting for our older brother James to come, but he arrived when the black cars pulled up outside Grandads house. We got to the church, which wasnt as full as i fort it would be. Dad had the first reading but while he was getting up, he banged his head on the speaker which was on the wall. So i had to do the reading, I was sooo scared.
I tried to get through the mass withou crying but it was too hard, i cried through one of the hymes and when helen read the thing about grannie and cried my heart out when they were carrying the coffin out of the church, grandad holded me :(. We all got back into the cars to go to the crem, martyn played his bagpipes into the building while dad and uncles carried in the coffin. when they closed the curtains thats when we all broke down.
The wake was at scawthorpe club, Davidd and Claire was there for us getting back. We all had a good time at the wake, with couisn Desmond keeping the mood happy.
It doesn't feel like she has gone, it feels like she is still round the corner wanting us all to go round and see her... i wish she was still here but i'm gunna have to realise that she isn't
