When my maternal grandmother was in a similar situation it was really painful. She lived on her own for years and had a stroke one day that basically ended her life even though she lingered for years afterwards. We all would go and visit her as often as we could and we'd bring her little things that made her life a little more bearable. You'd be amazed at how a cup of good coffee or a special snack snuck into the lunch room can make a difference in quality of life. As an amusing anecdote my mom eventually had grandma's doctor prescribe a glass of vermouth as part of grandma's medicine routine
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It's hard when people you love get old. Harder still when they are ill. Harder still when they are dying.
My paternal grandmother gave up rather... vocally at the end, I'm told. (I was young enough that I was pretty sheltered from it.) I never knew my grandfathers; both my grandmothers were gone by the time I was ten. Dad went suddenly, so there was no time of anticipation/preparation there, for good or ill.
So I have less than personal knowledge of what you are going through. Josh's grandmother is in a bad decline, though, and so I see a little of how awful it is. I can only offer support, hugs, and prayers.
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It's hard when people you love get old. Harder still when they are ill. Harder still when they are dying.
My paternal grandmother gave up rather... vocally at the end, I'm told. (I was young enough that I was pretty sheltered from it.) I never knew my grandfathers; both my grandmothers were gone by the time I was ten. Dad went suddenly, so there was no time of anticipation/preparation there, for good or ill.
So I have less than personal knowledge of what you are going through. Josh's grandmother is in a bad decline, though, and so I see a little of how awful it is. I can only offer support, hugs, and prayers.
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