Doris grew up in London and moved to Kent after she married. She worked full time in the general hospital and kept a large home with two difficult children. (My mum and uncle paul).
By difficult I mean uncle paul would tease my mum, or gran would get home from work and find the kitchen had been ransacked of all biscuits and cake, or the time they made a fire in the garden attempting to heat an unopened tin of beans. To their surprise it exploded.
When my mum was twelve her grandmother died in her arms at home in her sleep. It was peaceful she remembers but it was hard for Doris, my grandma, to deal with not only grief or children, but back then 3 days off work was deemed a good amount of time to sort her funeral. There was no husband at this time to help.
Since then she looked after me and made a great imprint on me that's apparently more obvious than I think. I visit as and when I can around work which is not enough. I would like to live with her but life has never panned out that way. She can't walk as far as she used to and she repeats herself. She's bloody marvelous for her age. It's hard to think that she went from 100% independence to the vulnerable lady I know today, who is scared to go out on her own. Patience is an understatement when it comes to her care, I just don't want to stop laughing and having adventures. I felt like they had only just begun.
This was my last resort. Ive only just got back on my feet in many ways. I think it's time I treated her how she has done for me all these years and this is just the beginning. I have saved a humble amount but it's not enough. I've made this fund because I worry about how much time I have left to share our lives and do the things we set out to do. I want her to see the world like she's always encourage me too.