I liked reading your story and will add a little about my own. I too cared for my grandmother for two years before she died at the tender age of 98. Even though I'm a writer, I don't have much to add in the way of a story, or stories. I never thought of it in terms of what I did for her, I just did it. She was my grandmother, and I adored her. I would do it all over again in a heartbeat, as I'm sure you would.

She lived 60 miles west of me and I drove it every weekend to take care of her and sometimes during the week. When I wasn't there (during the week), one of my other sisters would take over. She was never without one of us. When she went to the assisted living home, we were there every day and sometimes the nights. Sometimes we just went to the home and crawl up in the bed with mammaw and spent the night...cradling her like a baby....it was a wonderfully rewarding and at the same time, depressing experience. Bittersweet. I was honored to give that time to her in devotion. A few months after she died was when my Daddy was diagnosed with Lewy-Body Dementia, closely followed by my Mother's breast cancer...so, for the past 5 years, much of what I hav done has been in the caregiving arena...I'm thinking I have TOO MUCH experience...

JJ