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First Grandmother serving
Yes my son finally won and I was sitting with my grandchildren and talking on the phone with Mrs. Claudy. Mrs. Claudy was my friend since I came out of college. She was a good friend and she advised me on my career. She inspired me to run. We were young and feminists. We were driven by that platform and we party too to that platform. I remember Mrs. Claudy was my best friend. And we did everything together. I knew everything about her and she knew everything about me. And I would tell her about my big problems. She was always reliable. And now we both have grandchildren. We both have our own lives but we reached out to each other every now and then. When I heard my son say my name on live TV with his wife and Vice President standing with him, I almost drop the phone. And I told Mrs. Claudy who was congratulating me that I can't serve again. I can't serve in the government. I resigned like twenty years ago. I haven't even considered running or serving. And Mrs. Claudy reminded me that she had military family. And she would talk about how they served. And I said Della Claudy I understand your position but I have to think about it. And Mrs. Claudy knew when I talk like that political that I really was uncertain. And so after sometime, my son called me but I was avoiding him because I did not want to serve. I would put my phone on do not disturb. And finally he came out to me saying you know Mom I know you watched the news. You are the First Grandmother. And I did that because you were my main supporter. I need you in Congress and I need you in the White House. We come so far. We did so much. And I still was minding my own business. And he sought the Secret Service a distance away and he said Mommie would I hurt you? Would I put you in an compromising position. You can do this. I believe in you. I need my mother. I need the woman who bear me. I need the woman who footsteps I am walking in. And I warmed up but I said Bernie you can't butter me up. I don't want to be involved. Those people torture me, they intimidated me, they persecuted me. How could you expect me to go back? What I did for you with Harold Senator Forge was a one time deal. I did not want you to expect me to go into the White House. And Bernie turned, sad and desperate and left in his car. And I looked worried and distraught. Eventually Bernie's wife came, Cindy saying You love our children. You love me and you love Bernie. You are still alive Mother Betty. And they did not break you. You are stronger than ever. And your son need you. Your son is begging asking you. And why would you turn away remember the country, remember the union remember the party. You still owe it to them. You still are indebted to the people. And I told Cindy after she convinced me that I would do it. I finished golfing with Mrs. Claudy and our cadies were friends. And Mrs. Claudy asked if I took the job. She said retirement is hell boring as hell and sometimes I think some people wait to die or spoiled the hell out of their savings. Betty you can lead us to better benefits. You can show that we still got it. Betty do it for all of us. And I drink a little and reminded Mrs. Claudy of our college days. Bernie and Cindy was waiting for me in Washington D.C. I came on a helicopter issued by the President my son. And I hug and shook hands with the President and the First Lady. And I told the press simply, You mess with President Bernie, you mess with me. Not only because he is my beloved son but also because he is a good president and he wants to restore the union the way it should have been hundreds of years ago. And that is the most honorable thing I could think of. He is my President and your President.
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The Forgotten Memories
There was a remarkable woman named Mildred, whose warm smile and kind heart touched the lives of everyone she met. Mildred was not only a loving grandmother, but also a pillar of strength for her family. Her gentle nature and wise words provided comfort during the most challenging times. As the years went by, Mildred began to show signs of forgetfulness and confusion. At first, her family dismissed it as a normal part of aging, but gradually, they came to realize that something more serious was at play. The diagnosis was heart-wrenching: dementia. It was a difficult journey for Mildred and her family. The once vibrant and vivacious woman began to lose touch with her sense of self, as her memories slipped away like grains of sand through an hourglass. Simple tasks became monumental challenges, and her family watched helplessly as she struggled to hold on to her identity. Mildred’s grandchildren, who adored her beyond measure, were deeply pained to see the change in their beloved grandmother. No longer could they share stories together, laugh at her witty jokes, or seek solace in her loving embrace. It was as though a part of Mildred had vanished, leaving behind a hollow shell that mirrored only fragments of her former self. The loss was not just Mildred’s alone; it extended to her family as well. Tears were shed, and hearts ached for the woman they cherished so dearly. Each interaction with Mildred became bittersweet, as they grappled with the reality that the woman they once knew was slowly fading .Despite the relentless hardships that dementia brought, Mildred’s family rallied around her, determined to create moments of love and joy amidst the darkness of her illness. They cherished every fleeting moment of connection and found solace in their shared history, even when she no longer recognized their faces.As the seasons changed and time pressed forward, Mildred’s condition continued to deteriorate. Her family’s love remained a constant guiding light, providing support and compassion as they took on the role of caregivers. They cultivated an atmosphere of love and understanding, where Mildred always felt safe and cherished, even in her moments of confusion.Eventually, the day came when Mildred peacefully passed away. Her family’s hearts were heavy with grief, but also filled with gratitude for the beautiful memories they shared with her. They mourned the loss of Mildred’s physical presence, but knew that her enduring spirit would always be a part of their In the years that followed, Mildred’s family honored her memory by raising awareness about dementia and supporting organizations that provided care and research for the disease. They found solace in knowing that their beloved grandmother’s journey had not been in vain and that her courageous battle against dementia had ignited a spark of compassion and understanding within their hearts.The story of Mildred, the grandmother who was adored, serves as a poignant reminder of the devastating impact of dementia on families. It is a reminder to treasure each precious moment with our loved ones, as we never know what tomorrow may bring. Above all, it teaches us the power of love, resilience, and the enduring strength of the human spirit, even in the face of the most unforgiving of circumstances. I invite you to visit my website, aintheavengrand.com. There, you’ll find a sanctuary of articles, personal stories, and resources that will guide you towards a more harmonious and fulfilling life. The beautiful soul I write about is my grandmother who never had a greedy or jealousy bone in her body and she helped raise me and taught me the true meaning of love and that made my heart what it is today. And I totally believe that’s why She lived to be 94.
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