An inspiration

My granny Maura is a smart, strong, creative and proud woman. She's my dad's mother and is 96 years old. Maura and Liane got on very well - they loved & respected each other and had grown closer as Maura got to know Liane better over the years. More recently, since a stroke affected Maura's speech, Liane's professional experience and bedside manner dovetailed with their love and further helped their relationship. 

As a grandchild I (much like my brother and sister) can do no wrong in Maura's eyes. She's supported me in everything I've done and has advised and encouraged me along the way - even if I don't visit her as much as I should. Last week I went to her for the first time since Liane's death. I knew it would be a difficult and an emotional visit but maybe wasn't prepared for the pain of it. Just seeing her made me burst into tears. We spoke about losing loved ones - she's outlived her husband, siblings, parents and all her closest friends. She says she still talks to her sisters and her religious beliefs help her. She held my hand and soothed me through many tears. Her life now is so tough - she's in constant pain, unable to paint/create and has lost all independence. And yet there she sat, comforting me and promising me she's try to stay positive and strong, to make the most of her lot, all the while wearing a yellow bracelet. People speak of inspiration...