Tell me about your grandmother

["couldbecousin"]

I forgot to say, my Nanna died from Alzheimer's Disease. So did her sister. My mum is extremely paranoid of getting the same thing so she told me to tell her if I notice any signs of it in her. So far I haven't and she will be 70 in December.

  Dementia sucks!  My mother died of Alzheimer's too  (well, actually of pneumonia after aspirating some
  juice because the Alzheimer's was beginning to make eating and swallowing difficult).  I worry about my own
  future, especially when I forget a word I've known for decades.  I hope there's a cure by the time I need it. 

[Icequeen]

My dad's mother had fiery red hair and everyone loved her, ... /clip

Same here.

She was almost six feet tall and quite a sight to behold with her "loud"  fashion sense.

... and very funny. Just do not get her pissed off.
 

The very same. 

She never dated, not even once...after my grandfather passed away, although many men asked her out.

A friend introduced her to my grandfather when she was 15, he was older, and separated from his wife who had two girls with him. She used to sneak out at night to meet him and her mother used to beat the hell out of her when she found out telling her to stay away from him.

She always told me "listen to your mother, I should have".
She didn't like being hugged, touched...didn't show much emotion.
She passed away in her sleep at age 91 from heart failure.

Never met my grandfather, but no one that knew him ever said anything good about him to me, and a few truly hated him, except my mother and my dad. My mom always said he was very nice to her, and funny, even though he was very sick at the time.

My other grandmother didn't like going out, she liked hugs, but was very OCD about stuff...OCD as you could get living in a run down patch house without an indoor bathroom. I can still smell the bleach, mothballs, and perfume. She passed away from Alzheimer's also.

 

[Natalia Evans]

My mom's mother is still alive in her late 80's. She still drives, lives on her own, pays her bills, takes care of herself. She has some help from her adult children now about certain things like when it comes to talking to doctors for her medical problems. She and her husband are the only neighbors left on their block. The rest have either moved away or passed away. They are still the first owners of their home. She walks with a cane and has lost some weight because of her medical problems.


My dad's mother had anxiety and possibly AS or just traits but I will never know. My mom thinks she had Bipolar. My grandma seemed to have problems with jealousy so she didn't like her daughter in laws and she didn't like her sister in law so she referred her as the bitch. I didn't start to see the immature side of her until I was in high school and that was when her Alzheimer's was getting worse so her personality was changing. But to me she always seemed normal and my mom made sure of that and she made sure I never saw the other side of her and didn't tell me about it. But before her disease got worse, she told great stories of her childhood and had great memories of them and she was very organized. She loved to clean and anything she found that belonged to us she would put in the top drawer in the entry way in a dresser so we always knew where to look. I loved opening that drawer to see if there were any surprises and sometimes she left other stuff in there that didn't belong to us. I would find crayons or coloring books or little trinkets. That was one of my favorite things of seeing her. But as her disease got worse and worse, this part of her disappeared and her great stories were gone and her organizing and her surprises. I grew out of that anyway so I didn't care anymore what was in the drawer. Also she got nastier too to people so I got uncomfortable around her because of the stories I was hearing from my mother and she was telling them in front of me and I got uncomfortable and afraid of my own grandmother because I didn't want to be treated that way. But when her disease got too bad, she wasn't that way anymore so I wasn't afraid anymore to be around her. She lived in the moment now so anything that happened a few minutes ago was gone and done with because she had no memory of that. She couldn't remember if she ate or went to the bathroom and what she was doing a few minutes ago and wouldn't even know why she was somewhere because she would forget. Cancer got her before her disease did.

[Jack]

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