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Any violation of these rules will be met with appropriate discipline. Inappropriate posts and comments will be removed at moderator discretion. Harassment of users, repeated rule violations, or reposting removed stories can and will result in a ban. Monthly Contest Winner Archive. My grandmother had Alzheimer's. She passed away last night but something she said before she died has been keeping me up. Last night my grandmother passed away.

She was 79 years old. Which I guess is a pretty long time. So I guess I can't complain. My grandma's death wasn't unexpected. She was always a little ditzy, so at first no one really noticed something was wrong. Then slowly over time, things became more apparent. Walking into rooms and not remembering why she was there. Making the wrong dish for dinner. Calling one of my uncles the wrong name.

But then pretty soon it was getting up at midnight and cleaning the house as if it was midday. Staring at blank walls for hours on end. Unable to make dinner at all.

Not being able to recall anyone's name. Alzheimer's is a hell of a disease. It eats you from the inside. Feasts on the old you, the one everyone knows, the one everyone loves.

It hollows you out and leaves something else behind. My grandma was always a very happy person. It's probably why she had 5 of them. And it made her even happier that those five gave her 9 grandchildren. About 2 years after her diagnosis technically dementia, since Alzheimer's can only be diagnosed post-mortem , she herself had essentially become a child.

Giggly, all smiles, nonsense words. It was sad to see her go through that reversion, but at least she was happy. That's what everyone always said. In her final year, that was no longer the case. She wouldn't get out of bed. She had to be force fed. This was all a great strain on my grandfather.

While he was only a couple months younger than her, he was still tough as nails. Suffice to say, eventually it became too much. My grandmother was put in an assisted living facility that specialized in dementia patients. It was only a 10 minute drive from their home, so my grandfather could visit every day and would often spend nights on the couch in her room. I'm currently finishing up my last year at university. She either slept or laid silently in bed staring off into space.

Her doctor had told my grandfather that she was getting close to the end. My mom wanted us to go up and see her before it was too late. So I skipped my Friday classes and drove up with my mother to say goodbye. I had never visited my grandmother's assisted living facility. From outside, it looks like a quaint, yet large, one story home. There's a porch swing out front. A couple comfy looking rocking chairs. Some nice potted plants. It backs up to some tall redwoods and a quiet brook.

The only giveaway that this is more than someone's wooded getaway, is the large, steel gate at the entrance and the 12 ft concrete walls surrounding the whole complex. It betrays the superficial serenity of its locale.

Inside, the staff tries to keep up the homely appearance. An excess of throw pillows and afghan blankets. Arts and crafts hung on the walls. Underneath it's as sterile as a hospital. You can smell it.

When I arrived, there were a couple seniors in various states of sleep on a large cushioned couch facing a moderate television.

They were about a quarter into Monsters Inc. My grandmother's room was a quick walk down a hallway and to the right. My mom and I were greeted by my grandfather. He got up from my grandmother's bedside and hugged us both. My grandmother was asleep. She'd eaten one spoonful of applesauce earlier that morning, he said. But other than that, she's really just been sleeping. He continued, but I barely heard what he was saying. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

My grandmother had always been a full-bodied woman. Not overweight or anything like that. But what'd I'd call healthy. However, now she was far from it. She was thin and shriveled like a human raisin. Taut skin hugging frail bone. Her eyes sunk deep into her skull. I know this is what happens to people when they get to this stage, but It'd been no more than a few months since I last saw her, and she was thinner than usual then, but she wasn't this.

My mom and grandpa were still talking, but it was just background noise to me. My eyes were trained on my grandmother. Suddenly, her eyelids popped open. She was looking right at me. I hadn't seen it in years. I can't explain it, but in her eyes, I could tell she knew who I was. But is was more than that. It was as if she was trying to tell me something. She widened her eyes as far as possible. The pupils shook in concentration.

Slowly a tear welled up and dripped down her cheek.

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It did not feel "right", I wouldn't say it felt "wrong" except it was very very eerie. It felt very very old or ageless but perpetually brand new. It felt like it was receding from me as well as becoming clearer the more the moment passed. It felt like it was going somewhere very very far away and at the same time coming closer and closer making my feeling of "me" feel closer than normal and very open.

It was everything that was already around me but a presence of being so superlative it was eerie. It probably lasted seconds and all that said I was the one who looked away first. Thanks for asking me to elaborate, this was very interesting for me to write. I tried not to exaggerate by using too fluffy words so I hope the meaning is clear.

It was pretty f-ed up. It's kind of heartwarming to see people coming together to share their own sad experiences with Alzheimer's. It's a heavy thing to carry, missing someone who seems to have been gone for years before they actually died, but it's a little lighter knowing that you're not alone.

I believe Jimmy might be what your grandmother remembered, OP. Best wishes, and sorry for your loss. When my mom died of cancer over 20 years ago, she was heavily sedated with morphine for the last week or so.

I mean head rolling and drooling knocked out. I was standing at her bedside and I started bawling like a baby I was 27 when she suddenly became very lucid and opening her eyes all the way and looking directly at me, she said, "Bobby I know where I'm going, and you're going to be okay without me.

That freaked me out, and I went running out of the room, crying all the harder. A week went by before my sister and I had to get back home, about a 2 hour drive for each of us, and my wife and I walked into our house to the phone ringing She waited until we were home.

A day I will never forget. I miss my mom. I basically sat here in tears reading this. My grandmother was recently diagnosed with Dementia. She's been very distant and violent. Just the way you describe everything so poetically As for the end, it's very possible that she did recognize you.

But dementia patients always think that you are the one who forgot. My grandmother does the same thing. And every now and again she has this look in her eyes. Like the old her, a younger version, trying to shine through.

Stay strong my friend. I remember very clearly the first time my late grandma forgot my name - was on my way to work and broke down in tears throughout my entire commute. I think the most important thing is that no matter how lost they might seem, they're the same people who loved you unconditionally and it's in these moments where you musn't give up on them.

I'm sorry you're in this situation. My grandmother died of complications from Alzheimers when I was younger, and it's a hard and existentially terrifying road. I am so sorry that they will have to experience this My grandparents moved in with my family when I was Grandpa was diagnosed with esophageal cancer in December.

He passed away the day before the Superbowl the next month. The night he passed, my parents and grandparents were watching TV together and Grandpa got up and said "C'mon Marie, time for bed" They left the room and my dad looked at my mom and told her "Go say goodnight to your dad.

He won't be here in the morning. I saw that same look in my moms eyes the night she passed. Mom sat and had a conversation with grandpa, kissed him goodnight and went about the rest of the evening. She woke up at 5 am and he was gone. It seems so odd to me that my dad was able to see this so clearly.

I only hope I never know the look he was talking about. It's an interesting thing knowing something is going to die. I've never seen that look in anything other than an animal or a pet, but the breathing.. The death rattle many creatures get right before the end, it's.. These stories always hit close to home for me. I work with dementia patients everyday, and oh the stories I could tell you.. I'm sorry for your loss. I know it's not easy seeing a loved one in that state of mind.

I've dealt with it with my own family, both blood and work. Just take solace in the fact that she is at peace now. My nanny went exactly like you described op. Dementia and everything that comes with it is a ruthless, cruel disease. He knows more than you might think. I've been through this. Trust me, he knows. I went down to the Chelsea drugstore To get your prescription filled I was standing in line with Mr.

Jimmy And man, did he look pretty ill We decided that we would have a soda My favorite flavor, cherry red I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead". This is too eerily similar to my families story this past year. Grandma past 80 living with Alzheimer's passes away in July. Leaves behind my grandfather, nearly 80, after 50 years of marriage, 9 children and 23 grandchildren.

Her mental state was terrible and she went to bed and never woke up. My grandfather, for lack of a better diagnosis, just succumbed to a broken heart in December. Close to death himself, his last words to me in a moment of clarity were "love you too". I'll always cherish that last exchange. Sorry, off topic but yeah. Passed away from multiple organ failure less than 24h after she had suddenly gotten ill she'd been living with us and was diagnosed with dementia for about 4 years at that point.

I went thru almost the exact same experience with my grandfather back in His dementia slowly got worse over the years. It was tough on my family, as well as myself.

We were very close my entire life. My mom and I would regularly visit him in the nursing home. Your story brought back a lot of memories. My grandma passed away on February 1st and in her last few hours she kept trying to get up because she "had to get milk" when I jokingly told her we bought a cow and we didn't need milk she went back to sleep. I am truly so very sorry for your loss.

My heart is aching for you and your family. Y'all are in my prayers. My mother, whom is only 67, was put into a home just this year, as she was diagnosed with last stage dementia. It kills my soul that she no longer knows any of us at such a young age.

She used to have a genius IQ, now she's less than a toddler. If you need anybody to talk to, even just to vent or a shoulder to cry on, please , know that I am here for you. Just a PM away. Regarding the statement she made about she remembers and it's y'all who have forgotten There is a legend that says; when we are in the womb we know heaven and see it in all its glory.

Just before we're born an angel puts his finger to our lips and says: Shhh, don't tell anybody what you've seen until you come home again. And that is why we have that divot in the bow of our top lip, the deeper that little dent, the more we know of heaven. And we forget during birth, only to remember right before we die. I think maybe that's what she was referring to. It's something sweet to hold onto Thank you for sharing your experience with us. And know there are many of us that have or are going through the same thing, and we are here for you.

That was really cute and all, but something about how grandma in OP's story was letting out pained, frantic screams makes me think that her secret was a little more traumatising, lol. I used to work in memory care. Barely lasted a month, but I have many stories.. Most of them too hard to think about. All of the patients had dementia along with some sort of trauma which is why it was a women only ward.

There was one woman in a wheel chair who always was shaking her hands like she was doing a tiny dog paddle in a pool. Her bottom teeth stuck out from her lips and she was always mumbling. Sometimes she would shut her eyes and cry silently.. But one day, I was getting her the pureed meal for her since she couldn't chew and her eyes snapped open, she turned to me, and said in a clear voice "I am just..

The women would have drastic behavior changes sometimes. One went from snappy and narky to sitting there, staring at the wall. I watched her die.. And no one tells you what it's like to be there for someone's death rattling.

Their faces have this sunken frightening look about them.. Their bodies struggling to breathe as their lungs fill with fluid.

The cackling of mucous blocking off most air, the feet becoming mottled and purple.. I have never cried so much. I could feel her soul struggling to hang onto me, begging not to go. I had never felt that tight pain in my chest before. Another resident was a former fbi agent who always looked scared out of her mind, barely speaking.

She grabbed my hand with incredible grip strength several times to keep me from going into a room, saying things like "they're coming" or "he wouldn't like that. Don't go in there". Honestly thinking about this stuff is making my anxiety go nuts again.

I am not sure I can talk about all the events that occurred. There are too many to count. It doesn't help that I worked the night shift which always was spooky.. Your body is being tugged at from hands you can't see, and they just want you to help them.

There's a lot of sad stories in this thread so I'll contribute one that's kinda sad-funny? Hopefully you'll get a kick out of it. So when I was around my grandma had started going in and out of the hospital, and later was diagnosed with cancer. So by the time I was around I was well versed in the strangeness that comes with visiting someone in the hospital when they're not entirely 'there' at the time, either from medication or her just mentally deteriorating.

So there I was in my grandmother's hospital room, she's laying propped up in bed looking pretty loopy she had just had something or another done, so I am pretty sure she was cracked out of her mind on drugs of some sort when she turns to me with this placid smile on her face and says with complete clarity "Emily, are you hungry?

You're a great writer. My one suggestion would be that if you're in the US, usually 'homely' means ugly or unattractive. My granny has dementia, my mom will too, it is a genetic disorder order in her family that causes a series of mini strokes and progressively mimics prion diseases or Alzheimer's. I was adopted so she could have a daughter without it. This really hit home for me. What genetic disorder, can I ask? My dad's mother had dementia that they called Alzheimer's we didn't have an autopsy , and my father who was recently diagnosed with impaired cognitive function had a series of mini-strokes a few years back.

I've asked, I'm waiting to hear back, but all of the women in her family have had it and it is one of the most heartbreaking things to watch. My granny went from an English teacher and one of the most intelligent women I've ever known to a confused person who thinks I am one of her childhood friends. At least she is still the most kind and friendly people I know. This really struck home for me.

Seeing someone's life deteriorate just That paragraph describing your grandmother made me think if mine, and the shriveled raisin was exactly what my nan looked like the day she passed. If you have a second part, please continue. This actually reminds me alot of the last time I saw my Grandad before he passed with complications due to Alzheimers a few years ago.

When we last saw him, I was the only one that he couldn't recognize or speak to out of my entire family. But he gave me this kind of side-ways glare that will literally always stick with me. I don't recall much of what he said that day, even now, but there was something about the look that he gave me that will never leave.

Minds go, it's the babbling of a demented brain. My grandma died at 93 last year. She was calling my mom by her aunt's name grandma's sister for the last few years, but that was really it.

She actually tried, and admitted to, convincing the nurses in her home that she had alzheimer's. I'm not sure what the benefit of that would have been for her With all of the experimental and old-timey treatments they did on her shock therapy and the like for depression back in the day, she was a strong old bird. That said, I'm very happy she did not actually have alzheimer's that we could notice.

I feel for everyone that has had this happen to a loved one, I can't even imagine. My grandmother actually both of them sadly had Alzheimers. We tried to keep my dads mom out of the nursing home as long as possible. Growing up we had a rather active house She used to stand at our kitchen window and comment on the woman in a red victorian dress who was standing by an old foundation near our south fenceline. Even when she couldn't remember anything about us I took care not to play around that foundation after that.

I worked in a nursing home for awhile. I learned that, even though what some Alzheimer's sufferers say seems to be garbled, there's almost always a truth behind it. Some speak in riddles, they can't help it. In all seriousness, the most intense psychedelic experience I've had was on an innocuous dose of magic mushrooms It crescendo-ed from wild, Scanner Darkly-esque visuals to me having a this sort of 'breakthrough', where I spoke more directly and honestly to my friend who at the time was struggling with a bad trip, face down on a pillow than I ever thought possible and whatever love and honesty I was giving him pulled him out of it Then I kept feeling this huge rush of my entire life and existence flowing through me.

I remember saying, "I found the answer, I found the answer Since then I've done a lot of research and it appears death in itself is a sort of psychedelic experience and there may be a correlation of whatever chemical dump I was experiencing and what happened with your grandmother.

The accusatory tone may be because of her prolonged confused state brought on by her illness and her self-awareness regarding her inability to take care of herself.

NPR did a really neat series on this phenomena of the brain called the "God Spot" a while back It was so hard for me to read this since I've recently lost my grandma and my grandpa is in the ICU. I'm really sorry for your loss: I lost my grandmother to dementia last week, I'm home from work on the road to go to her funeral I was 9 when my grandma died after battling Alzheimer's for a few years.

The most painful moments, the ones I'll always remember, were the times when she'd remember. Normally she wouldn't know my name, but occasionally she would and the fear in her eyes was so vivid. One of those times, when no-one else was in the room she said to me "help me, James, I'm scared", but I never could.

I know I am super late to the party, but I just wanted to say that this recount has unnerved me to the core. Taking away anything paranormal or otherworldly, just imagine it. What if your grandmother remembered something that actually happened, but the family has chosen to "forget? Those last moments before death unlocked a long-forgotten memory that was years-long trained to be hidden, only to be silenced by the reaper.

And just imagine those last fleeting seconds, before the reaper came, where she was able to voice her horrors, knowing it wouldn't be enough. Granted, it could be monsters or aliens or computer simulations. It could be random hallucinations from a dying woman. But set in reality, it could be so much worse. It could be a nightmare that only humans can create.

The eeriest part of this story is how similar it was to my past situation. My grandmother also passed of Alzheimer's. She was in a home, her room down the hall to the right when you walk in. Same outside description minus the red woods and stream. She had 5 kids and 11 grandkids. Passed when she was I had just finished my last year of college. No weird yelling or anything. But this gave me chills. I finished college 2yrs ago and my grandma passed 1 month after from Alzheimer's. I hardly saw her those last two years of her life but when I did she always begged me to move back home to be with her when I finished.

When I was back living at home and about a week before she passed she was basically comatose. I was alone with her one night and she started to choke.

I did only what I could, I tried to talk and comfort her one last time. I graduated and I came back to you just like I said I would. I love you so much. That was the last interaction I or anyone else had with her. She passed 2 days later. I will never forgot that moment. I knew she was incredibly proud of me and her love for me was so deep. Damn, I miss her. My grandmother also passed very recently. I'm sorry for your loss and also that she was taken from you so abruptly at that time..

Peace be with you and yours. No she did not remember anything. Much as you are saddened, and I am very sorry. That is a heavy experience. But, to your console, she did not, she believed she did.

But she did not remember anything. Its just the chemical process. As for you, humans need the little lies to be human, that is how we cope with huge amount of stress. I dealt with something similar, besides my dad died on Friday, April 13th and best friend who overdosed on air duster the day before he was diagnosed. He left me a voicemail think he called me by accident and I heard him go from normal to listening to what he said.

I thought he was riding a bike until I could hear him huffing and then go into respiratory arrest and then it was quiet for the next 1 or 2 minutes. My grandmother 2ent from cancer free to stage 5 in about 3 months and absolutely killed me. Very very similar to your story.

I'm on my mobile phone and need to take a breather real quick, but it will forever haunt me. Wow, I thought you were off on the life expectancy but it turns out average American life expectancy is three years less than a canadian's. For a moment there, I thought you'll find out you're the real patience and everything else is an illusion. Glad I was wrong. Sorry for your loss OP. It's painful to lose a grandparent, especially if you were close to them. I wish I could say more to comfort you What a great read and excellent writing.

You had me all the way. Will there be an update? My deepest condolences for the loss of your grandmother. I had a similar incident with my father. In his final days he couldn't speak. The last picture I have of him creeps me out because every time I look at it it's as if he was trying to tell me something with his eyes.

You should go read some ndr experiences.. My grandmother and aunt both had and have dementia They really just say random things and rembered nothing. My aunt has forgotten things with in 5 min most of the time!.. My aunt is now in the last stages and stays in nursing home! My grandma died years aggo from dementia.

My grandma suffers from Alzheimers as well. I'm so sorry for your loss, I wish I could offer a hug. It's a devil of disease and I'm so glad physicians assisted suicide is becoming more prominent. It's going to be part of my last wishes as I do not want to be like that nor do I want my loved ones to have to see me that way.

I'm so sorry, it's a devastating loss for spouses and their children. I lost my father one year ago to Alzheimer's, I don't believe we ever get over that loss. Perhaps we aren't supposed to. Focus on the positive memories you had with your grandmother. It sounds like she was repeating the resentment that you all had for her but refused to say. It sounds like she was frustrated in her state and even you knew it just by seeing "the empty look in her eye" but wouldn't take her seriously enough to understand it since she couldn't quite coherently function.

But through her craziness you need to know she understood what was happening and though she love you she couldn't help but yell her frustration. My Mother contracted and died from Alzheimer's disease at a very young age. She was not even 70 years old. I don't know how far advanced the disease was for your grandmother, but when it is pretty far into it they don't even speak anymore. People associate the disease with merely being forgetful and delusional, but in reality it is a degenerative disease that slowly eats away at motor functions as well as mental capacity.

People feel extreme sadness that the once great grand perent they knew has devolved into what dementia makes of them. So your mind will try to make their end into something more interesting than it is, rather than accept the harsh truth that your hero's are not who they once were. So you read into your great grand parents blank stare more than you should, perhaps hear voices or read into the environment around you more than you should to avoid the harsh reality of your hero's very sad deterioration and passing.

My mamaw had this. It got so bad she forgot how to breath. She was stick skinny, and it wasn't her. She couldn't remember anyone. I remember going to my home town Alabama to see her in the hospital because my mom and aunt feared she wouldn't make it long.

They wanted my cousin and I who are the oldest and were more in her life to get a chance to say bye. I remember walking to the room and before going in they told us "she can't remember anyone so don't get upset if she doesn't rememberer who you are okay.

I started crying and had to walk out of the room. Even writing this is making me cry. She passed soon after. It's like she held on in hopes of seeing me and my cousin before she let go. I miss her, she was a huge impact on my life She had to live through two of her kids dying before her, she was a strong woman who never cussed. If there is a heaven, I know she's there. Anyways not as freaky but I wanted to share. May your grandma rest in peace. She sounds like she was a great human being.

Alzheimer's is really shit tho. A relative of mine had it. I was very young back then, so I don't remember that much but her not recognising her husband was the most heartbreaking experience I've had in my life. I am seriously put off by this Something like this happened to my neighbor To anyone wondering, this IS real. I work with alzheimer and dementia patients and it's not unusual for them to remember something right before they pass or see a loved one already gone.

Sorry for your loss. This hit me as I just has a patient pass. I remember when my great-grandmother passed away. She had taken a bad fall and got picked up by ambulance. She was put on life support. While she was in the hospital, everytime my grandma would enter the room, my great-grandmother would shake and lift her arms into the air and shake them around. Im not sure why, I wasnt there. My grandma told me this. She said she did it because she didnt want to be put on life support.

Still weird when she talks about it. The way my grandma described it was just odd. My great grandma had been living with my grandma for a few years because she couldn't take care of herself. But, I think she wanted to die. She was tired of living, I guess. I never knew my grandfather, he died years before I was born - I was told he was a great man and a famous musician in Lebanon. My mother told me about the time he was on his death bed.

She said all 8 of his children were there, now 7, her brother passed on , and as he was looking at my mothers brother he said "we shouldn't be scared", which unnerved my mother since she felt it was only directed at him.

He also saw this lady in a dress that covered the floor, and he kept asking everybody to move and not stand on her dress. My mom thinks it was the virgin Mary -- I'm not religious so I do believe it was hallucinations, possibly. But it's just weird that he looked at her brother, like he knew he was next. Alzheimers is a very difficult disease, and it scars both the people with it and those who love them dearly.

Essentially, grandma kicks the bucket after some time with Alzheimer, but right before she dies she reveals in a shocking fashion that she remembers everything and everyone else is the ones who have forgotten. What did they forget that grandma remembered? They'll never know, because grandma died. That's pretty much it. I think the twist is that it's very real that some intense thing might have happened and this senile woman remembers it, but even if she had the chance to say what it was, nobody would believe her.

I'm an ICU nurse and unfortunately am present for many deaths. Stuff like this happens, more often than you'd think.

Well, do you have an idea of what it might be? Was her nickname something like "Ginny" short for Gina and the old man misspoke and called her "Jimmy"? My grandma died two Sundays ago, she fought cancer for the last 20 years, and won a lot of times, my mother died when we were childs, so my grandma put her hero cape and take care of us in her place.

The last couple of years she got worse, it all started with bladder failure, then kidney failure, so she had to be dialysed. She fought well for these two years. On Tuesday February 16 at noon she had a seizure 7 convulsions , after the first one I take her to the hospital, but she had 4 more on the way there and one more when I was asking for help at the hospital, the last one was when the doctors were trying to stabilize her.

I couldnt see her that day, they only let me see her until Wednesday, when she see me she asked me if she had died, she was confused and I could see a Little fear in her eyes, but she recover son enough, after talking some minutes, we were telling jokes and some exercises of mental calculation to see how bad it was the attack, but she seemed just fine.

On Saturday she was sleepy all day, but everytime she was on light sleep, she keep talking, recreating memorias and old conversations with people I dont even know, to put it simply, my grabndma had a Little restaurant, and her conversations were instructions and conversation with her employees, from the most recent to the first employee she had, then working on other restaurants, taking with all my aunts and uncles 6 , meeting my grandpa, and finally playing with her older brother as a childs.

This last memorie was around midnight, after that she woke up and keep talking with me, but around 1: Se woke up around 8: When I came home, she asked for the bread but when I was going to give her a piece of it, she told me "Umm, Im not feeling well, maybe we should go again", so I got close to her and hold her until she hold me from neck but this time was different, the moment she hold on my neck, she faded.

Her lungs filled with fluid, I could see a last attempt of seizure, but saw no response from her body. I opened her mouth using a toothbrush, and she vomited a black liquid, an abundant black liquid.

I called an ambulance, but I could see that this time was no longer breathing. This could seem weird, but your story reminds me of her, and all of the stories she told us how in other times she had dreams of someone telling her that she could not go yet.

When my Grandmom was staying with us towards the end of her life she would look into the corner of the room and tell my mom to send them away. She didn't like the "other people" who kept coming to he room. This always freaked me out as my mom's house has always been known to be haunted. I'd hate to think of my Grandmom stuck in my mom's house unable to cross over. I think you need to go back to the home and talk to the man you spoke to in the common room.

Maybe he knows more than you think he does. He may have spoken to your gram or he could be close enough to his end so that he sees or "knows" what she knew, he seemed to be persistent that he knew you I don't know about anyone else, but I'm convinced that the grandfather has been poisoning the grandmother. Your story and other posts on this has been in the back of my mind constantly since I read it last week.

I was in a similar situation to yourself, Final year in college etc etc. My grandmother has been battling dementia the last number of years and sadly passed away today at the fine age of I watched her go from an incredibly strong independent woman to basically a child in her final days.

My grandmother did exactly this today, She spoke and recognised us all over the last few days which was incredibly comforting for my family, I was holding her hand as she passed away and as we wished her a peaceful goodbye.

Spookily enough today on Easter Sunday as she passed away marks the year anniversary of the rising in Ireland, her father was one of the most prominent figures in the rising, today is also my dads birthday which is also a bit spooky.

The thing I wanted to say is for people who are reading this and still have grandparents left alive, cherish that as much as you possibly can. Your grandparents are the routes of your family and when they are gone you will miss it and regret it most. I was lucky enough to have my granny in my life for 24 years and the memories I have of her are something I will cherish and remember forever. Ok I have to add my little story that always left me wondering. My mothers little brother was murdered when she was in her late 30's and he was like He was a soldier in the 3rd world country we're from and he was killed during riots or something.

Anyway she was very distraught and couple days after the bad news she lit a candle at the kitchen table and was praying for him. I guess for him to just let go and to be happy wherever he's going and that she loves him etc etc. At one point she said she felt a presence. Anyway she blew the candle out and as she was putting it away a piece came off of the side of the candle cus it was one of those long ones like 8 or 9 inches tall and the wax drips down the side anyway wen she picks up the piece it was in the shape of a soldier at attention.

Like, picture a side view of a soldier, standing at attention with his rifle over his shoulder arms down straight against his side. His back straight cus that's what was up against the candle.

Now picture it as a silhouette. So it was just a drip of wax no details or nothing. But it was a soldier. That was for sure. I was a kid then but always thought that was cool. I'd show it to friends and just ask, what does that look like. Everyone always said a soldier. She still has it to this day. Bout 25 years now. I had to add cus hopefully it will hit someone in the feels. That this world is not all there is.

I worked at an assisted living facility for several years, and my time there was FULL of stories like this. The one that still tugs at my heartstrings is of this one gentleman who had severe dementia, and his wife, who took care of him despite being ill herself.

He was wheelchair-bound and had moments of lucidity, but they were few and far between. When she passed, he couldn't understand what had happened and the family wouldn't explain it to him because in his frail state, they thought it would be too much. One afternoon, the nurses found him on the floor; he'd fallen out of his wheelchair. While they were picking him up thankfully he wasn't hurt , they asked him if he remembered what happened.

Clear as a bell, he told them, "I was reaching for the angel. At the end, she stopped talking. The last day I saw her, she was mouthing something and crying silently. I didn't know what to do, I was only 11 or So I said "I know. I love you too, Grandma". But now I wonder if it wasn't "I love you" she was trying to say. OP, multiple organ failure, just like that?

Do you buy that? I've never heard of such a thing happening so spontaneously. I'm sure it was building for a while, Alzheimers' plaques expand to affect not only areas with memory, but also emotion, muscle function and involuntary muscle control.

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I lost it at "Violet, what took you so long? Thank you for sharing with us. We can all hope to be as lucky. Bertie was Tutu's long-dead younger brother, by the way. This could be very serious. Not a doctor - but this is how my mother was acting when she had a brain aneurysm. Hope she gets well soon!

Sorry that was so TL;DR, this story struck a chord. This story really struck a chord with me too. I would be so bothered by those words too. Reading these comments make me realize how lucky I am. He shook hands with his grandfather-in-law and made friendly eye contact.

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