Janet Kerr

MY GRAN WAS SIMPLY THE BEST, SHE LIVED A LONG AND HAPPY LIFE UNTILL 7 WEEKS AGO WHEN SHE TOOK A STROKE, DOCTORS GAVE HER 48 HOURS TO LIVE BUT MY GRAN BEING THE STRONG WOMAN SHE WAS OUT DONE THEM AND LIVED UNTILL 2.15PM TODAY WHEN SHE TOOK HER LAST BREATH WITH HER FAMILY AROUND HER.SHE WAS THE KINDEST WOMAN I HAVE EVER KNOWN AND I JUST WANT HER TO KNOW HOW MUCH SHE MEANT TO THE FAMILY, SHE WAS OUR ROCK. SO REST IN PEACE NOW GRAN MAY THE ANGELS BE WITH YOU. YOU WERE SIMPLY THE BEST.......LOVE YOU FOREVER. DONNA XXXXX



Im Janets Great Granddaughter And I Wrote And English Essay. This Was Wrote At Her Bedside.

Goodbyes
By Lauren Gordon

My Gran is called Janet Kerr. My Gran is 92 years old. My Gran is the loveliest, funniest most kind hearted person anyone could ever meet. My Gran is dying.My earliest memory is going without fail to my great Gran Kerr’s every Saturday. My Gran Gordon (Mums Mum) would go shopping for my great Gran. Then we would take it over too her. Me and my cousins would run about mad around her backdoor for the whole day. Gran Kerr always had brilliant stories and I would sit on her knee as she told me them. Gran Kerr had a sharp tongue and wouldn’t stand any nonsense but it was like she could read your mind, she would always be ready with a kiss and cuddle when you most needed it. To other people she was nothing special- she didn’t invent the t.v and wasn’t the first person on the moon- but to me she was the glue that held us altogether.Now Gran lies in a bed paralysed all day long. We barely get a word off her now, never mind a story. Her output per day is the same as a third of a can of juice. Once in a blue moon we get a full can of juice. The nurses in the nursing home have to turn her every hour to stop her getting pressure sores. She can’t swallow anymore, so she can’t eat or drink. Nurses have to come in every time we visit- just incase she opens or even flickers them. Keyhole Katie! That’s what the nurses call her. This is because when she was well she would ‘keek’ her eye open to see who was talking to her. Some days, she was good, others, we thought was her time. She clinged onto our hands, preparing herself for her beloved husband.It all started that Wednesday. I got up and went to school as usual. Mum hadn’t started her new job at that point so I thought it was weird when my grandad picked me up from school. All my grandad said in the car was “Gran Kerr’s took a turn for the worst”. Gran had took a couple of strokes before so I knew straight away what it was. I didn’t expect anything to the extent of what it was. She recovered brilliantly before but not this time.Grandad took us out for dinner. It was to take our minds of it. Something felt weird. An instinct maybe. I don’t know. I texted Mum asking where she was and if she knew anything about Gran. She replied saying that she was with Gran and it didn’t look very good. As soon as I knew I rushed down to see Gran. I walked in the room. I could see it straight away. Her face was droopy. It was a copycat version of the strokes before. Although her body had had such a shock, she looked so peaceful. I held onto her had so tight. Not a flinch. Her skin was like paper and she had suspected pneumonia. Gran Gordon had to phone her remaining siblings. They all rushed up. We thought that was the end. She still held on tight though. Her husband had to wait a little longer yet.A week passed and it was the same routine. We would get up and head straight for the home. They were just as upset as we were. They had grown so close to my Gran Kerr. It was so surreal. Endless doctors were in. All of them wanted my Gran to go to hospital. My Gran Gordon had to make the decision whether or not she went in. We were advised there was a chance of her getting a bit better if she went in to hospital. She would never be up in the lounge again but at least she would be sitting up in her bed, back to her same old normal self. Gran Gordon decided she was going in until she started eating again.

We waited on the ambulance to take us up. It was all such a blur and I think it was two and a half hours we waited for it too come. I just sat for ages cradling my Gran’s hand. You don’t realise what you’ve got until its gone. Gran’s personality had died when she had the stroke. I was so glad Gran hadn’t.The ambulance came and me and Gran Gordon Climbed on. All I can remember is walking in the reception area and it felt like one thousand eyes were watching me. The place was spinning. I needed to sit down.The trolley played up as we walked along to go to the x-ray. The X-ray would show whether or not she had pneumonia. It seemed like ages for my Gran to come out of the x-ray room. We got sent up to a ward.
Days passed and she managed to partially eat her dinner. So she came home. Nurses assisted her home and as soon as I Could I went to visit her. Nobody could see any difference. Gran Gordon didn’t want it to happen in hospital.So here I am. Sitting beside my Gran. Her eyes flicker sometimes. When that happens there is a flicker of hope. An hour ago she opened her eyes and stared into space. I asked what she was looking at and she managed to say it was William. Maybe it is nearly her time? And her beloved husband has come to keep her safe in her time of need. She’s not eaten or drunk anything in five weeks. Water drips into her through a drip in her arm. Somebody’s looked after her all this time. Maybe it’s my great grandad William. Maybe its one of her six siblings. After all they may die but there love will never.
Gran Kerr Died On 8th January 2009

Love You Soooo Much Gran Kerr x Promise I'll Keep Thumper Safe(yn) xxx Lauren x







SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
WAY UP HIGH
IN THE LAND THAT I HEARD OF
ONCE IN A LULLIBY

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
SKIES ARE BLUE
AND THE DREAMS THAT YOU DARE TO DREAM
REALLY DO COME TRUE

SOMEDAY I'LL WISH UPON A STAR
AND WAKE UP WHERE THE CLOUDS ARE FAR BEHIND ME
WHERE TROUBLES MELT LIKE LEMON DROPS
AWAY ABOVE THE CHIMNEY TOPS
THATS WHERE YOU'LL FIND ME

SOMEDAY I'LL WISH UPON A STAR
AND WAKE UP WHERE THE CLOUDS ARE FAR BEHIND ME
WHERE TROUBLES MELT LIKE LEMON DROPS
AWAY ABOVE THE CHIMNEY TOPS
THATS WHERE YOU'LL FIND ME

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
SKIES ARE BLUE
AND THE DREAMS THAT YOU DARE TO DREAM
REALLY DO COME TRUE

IF HAPPY LITTLE BLUE BIRDS FLY
ABOVE THE RAINBOW
WHY O WHY CANT I????





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CAN I JUST SAY A BIG THANK YOU TO ALL MY FRIENDS AND GTS FRIENDS FOR LIGHTING CANDLES AND LEAVING THEM LOVELY TRIBUTES FOR MY GRAN IT REALLY MEANS THE WORLD TO ME AND THE FAMILY.I KNOW YOU ARE ALL GOING THROUGH THE SAME SORT OF PAIN IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER AND I TAKE DEEP COMFORT IN KNOWING YOU STILL HAVE THE TIME TO COME ON TO MY GRANS SITE AND LIGHT A WEE CANDLE FOR HER. THANKS AGAIN FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT. LOVE AND BEST WISHES TO YOU ALL.DONNA XXXXXXXXXXX