I was raised by my grandparents, and now they’re all gone.
October 2016, I lost my grandmother. She was basically my mother. I found her in bed and had to lift her onto the floor to perform cpr, but she was already gone.
July 2017, I lost my grandfather (her husband) He died of what can only be described as a broken heart. It hit me hard because he was with me when I found my grandmother, and I found some comfort with having gone through that together. I felt completely abandoned.
September 2017, I lost my other grandmother. She was also like my mother. She gained custody of me and my siblings when young to prevent us going into care. I didn’t see her as much towards the end and I feel so guilty.
I don’t know what I hope to gain by sharing this, it’s just nice to let it out.