To the Gypsy, that i was.

When I think about the memories that I have of my gran, it seems like only yesterday that they were taking place. I think about everything.

When I said “I’m so fat” when I was about 11, she would always turn around and say “I’ve seen more fat on a chicken”.

We went to visit her yesterday in her home and when I was saying goodbye, I gave her a hug, and as I breathed in through my nose it smelt like the old her. She was wearing her old perfume. I stood there, just hugging her, I didn’t let her go, I was pretending she was back, the old her. I could’ve cried. But all too soon my mum told me to let go as we had to go. I could’ve stayed there in her arms for hours, like I was a small child again.

There’s not a day I don’t think of her. She really was my childhood bestfriend. I spent everyday after school with her until she got sick.

Yesterday, we were sat with her and she shouted me. It was amazing, not because she shouted me, but because she used the nickname she gave me when I was a child, she shouted “fanny Anne”. I was so shocked. But only for a split second then she went back to her normal self.

Me and my boy on one of our adventures, this ones on top of mount snowdon in Wales. He’s my rock, there for me through everything and stands by me even when he thinks I’m wrong. I love him so much.

Me and my boy on one of our adventures, this ones on top of mount snowdon in Wales. He’s my rock, there for me through everything and stands by me even when he thinks I’m wrong. I love him so much.

I talk about my gran a lot. I feel tumblr is one of the places I can just let everything out. This photo was taken two years ago and she looks so different now. It’s so sad how much she’s changed, she’s deteriorated so much. 😔

I talk about my gran a lot. I feel tumblr is one of the places I can just let everything out. This photo was taken two years ago and she looks so different now. It’s so sad how much she’s changed, she’s deteriorated so much. 😔

THERE IS NO BETTER MOMENT AT A CONCERT THAN WHEN THE SINGER STOPS SINGING AND THE CROWD CONTINUES THE SONG AND YOU SEE THEM ALL SMILE ITS SO PERFECT

(Source: liveinphoenix, via theaishere)

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I made this two years ago. My gran has been suffering from vascular dementia for around 5 years now. I miss her so much everyday. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish she could be normal again, even if its just for a day, just so she could tell me to stop crying and to stop being sad because everything would be okay in the end.

Dementia doesn’t just affect the person suffering, it affects their friends, family and everyone that knew them.