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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 11/12/2012
my hero, my rock, my very own fallen angel
Born 1997, F, from Bedford, UzbekistanWhen I was eleven, my nan was my hero and to this day she still is. There was not one thing that i couldnt turn to her about, she knew everything about me. She was my hero, my rock, my very own fallen angel.
When I was nine my grandad passed away, it was a traumatic time for everyone, especially my nan, but she held it together and stayed strong, she was the bravest strongest woman i had ever met. I'd never seen her cry, after everything she had been through, I had never seen her cry.
She was my hero, my rock, my very own fallen angel.
But slowly and slowly my nans strength began to deterierate, she became less and less strong, and when Sasha, her dog died, the last thing linking her to grandad on the earth passed away that was it.
My nan began to lose it, slowly and slowly she lost weight and started going a little bit mad. She never did her hair or make-up anymore and it wasnt like her to do that, she took pride in her appearance, and what a beautiful woman she was.
She was my hero, my rock, my very own fallen angel.
My nan has a biscuit jar, that now resides in my house, it was a dog and when you removed its head it was filled with the most delightful things, and everytime we left she would open the dog and we could chooose whatever we wanted.
One day when i went round my nans house, we did the usual, played hide and seek in the garden, and played with the toys from the toybox in the living room. When she took me out in the conservatory and said 'Bobbie, we need to have a very adult big girl conversation'
And this was the first time i saw my nan break down, she took me into her arms and began to talk and the words still echo in my mind.
'Bobbie' she said 'my beautiful granddaughter, theres something we need to talk about' her eyes were filled with tears as she looked down into mine 'you wont hate me will you?' she asked 'if i go and stay with grandad for a while?' i didnt have a clue what she was talking about at the time, but now i understand. 'I cant stay here any longer, not without grandad' she said 'he was my rock and now he's gone i just cant do it' i looked up at her as tears began to spill from the sides of her eyes 'look after your mum will you? and make sure you keep dean and wayne out of trouble. makwe sure that you look after yourself and guide royce the way that you know i would if i was still with you' my nan began to cry and we held eachother for what seemed like hours.
Two days later my nan was found hanging from the loft hatch.
My view on her will never change, she will always be my hero, my rock, my fallen angel.
my hero, my rock, my very own fallen angel(Bobbie)
When I was eleven, my nan was my hero and to this day she still is. There was not one thing that i couldnt turn to her about, she knew everything about me. She was my hero, my rock, my very own fallen angel.
When I was nine my grandad passed away, it was a traumatic time for everyone, especially my nan, but she held it together and stayed strong, she was the bravest strongest woman i had ever met. I'd never seen her cry, after everything she had been through, I had never seen her cry.
She was my hero, my rock, my very own fallen angel.
But slowly and slowly my nans strength began to deterierate, she became less and less strong, and when Sasha, her dog died, the last thing linking her to grandad on the earth passed away that was it.
My nan began to lose it, slowly and slowly she lost weight and started going a little bit mad. She never did her hair or make-up anymore and it wasnt like her to do that, she took pride in her appearance, and what a beautiful woman she was.
She was my hero, my rock, my very own fallen angel.
My nan has a biscuit jar, that now resides in my house, it was a dog and when you removed its head it was filled with the most delightful things, and everytime we left she would open the dog and we could chooose whatever we wanted.
One day when i went round my nans house, we did the usual, played hide and seek in the garden, and played with the toys from the toybox in the living room. When she took me out in the conservatory and said 'Bobbie, we need to have a very adult big girl conversation'
And this was the first time i saw my nan break down, she took me into her arms and began to talk and the words still echo in my mind.
'Bobbie' she said 'my beautiful granddaughter, theres something we need to talk about' her eyes were filled with tears as she looked down into mine 'you wont hate me will you?' she asked 'if i go and stay with grandad for a while?' i didnt have a clue what she was talking about at the time, but now i understand. 'I cant stay here any longer, not without grandad' she said 'he was my rock and now he's gone i just cant do it' i looked up at her as tears began to spill from the sides of her eyes 'look after your mum will you? and make sure you keep dean and wayne out of trouble. makwe sure that you look after yourself and guide royce the way that you know i would if i was still with you' my nan began to cry and we held eachother for what seemed like hours.
Two days later my nan was found hanging from the loft hatch.
My view on her will never change, she will always be my hero, my rock, my fallen angel.
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