My grandmother and I were always close, she always called me grandma's girl.In 1985 my grandmother came down with alzhymeier's disease. It was horrible and painful to see the grandmother who had always been able to do things, not be able to do things anymore. To see her loving and caring ways be replaced with
vulgar and violent behavior I was angry with God that he let something like this happen to such a good and caring person. I know now that he had nothing to
do with God and I was sorry to even think that. We eventually had to put my grandmother in a nursing home where she was abused by the workers and over-medicated so they didn't have to deal with her. When I would visit, half the time she didn't know who I was, but everytime I would get ready to leave she would ask if grandma's girl would take her home, that she didn't want to be there anymore. It hurt so much and I couldn't do anything to help. In 1995,
I became pregnant and I went to the resthome to tell my grandmother all about it. She seemed excited, but I didn't know if she even knew what I was talking about. Well, in Sept. of 1995 my grandmother passed away from the disease. I had ahard time dealing with her death and I wanted her to able to make it to see her great-grandchild. On Jan. 7, 1996 I had been feeling awful, and my water broke. I went to the hospital and my parents met me there. During my labor I kept crying telling my mother that I just wish grandma could have seen the baby. After having my son at 10:37pm, about 11:00pm, my parents were in my room and I was holding my son and at that time a bright shining star shone into my room and the light rested on my son's head. My mom and I knew grandma came to see her great-grandchild and must have blessed him.
