Imagine..

Three years ago to this very day a beautiful soul left this earth. Today I am not sad, I'm very much glad that our beloved Nana was set free from her horrible reality and believe that she is now in heaven with her creator. You see, our Nana was treated disrespectfully while on this earth by the ones she loved so dearly. 


Imagine having your money striped from you before you even had a chance to spend it. Imagine being told who you can or can't talk to, visit, have over to your own house and being lied to about people you treasure only in your heart. Imagine sitting in a granny flat out the back of your daughters house eating beetroot sandwiches to the smell of KFC or a Sunday Roast you so loved, cooked by a son-in-law who would rather lock the back door than have you in his home majority of the time..


Imagine having your daughter live metres from you but never invite you in for a coffee or come out and sit with you even for a little while. Imagine the feeling of having to ask for a cigarette and being told to get the smoke butts out of the ash tray's out the back and from car ash trays. Or having a weak bladder and having only one packet of pads that would last you 5 days max and having to go the rest of the fortnight wearing towels.


Imagine your daughter having a say in what food you buy, medication you take, who you can and can't call on your own phone and having to pay petrol to get to your doctor appointment's. Asking to go to bingo then having to get your grand-daughter to pay for a taxi because your daughter left without you because she is a selfish pig. Then walking into the room and have your daughter look at you and roll her eyes as if she didn't want you there.


Imagine having grandchildren that disrespect you and tell you what your doing wrong and how you should be living your life. Imagine having $50 for food then those same grandchildren take the last of your bread or salada's that was supposed to do you for the week. Then imagine you going into your daughters house and asking for a potato or some bread and being told to support yourself proparly, not by your daughter or even her husband but the very kids that ate your lasts.


Imagine your grand daughter doing your make up and hair for a night out, feeling good about yourself only to be told to go and remove it because you look like shit by your controlling daughter followed by "Your not coming with me looking like that!"


Imagine not being able to breathe, having to sit on your ventilator for hours and still struggling. Imagine your daughter and her eldest daughter walking in your granny flat at around 8pm telling you to turn it off and that your fine and to stop being silly. Imagine yourself out of breathe begging to go back on it because you couldn't breate. Imagine not being able to sleep for four nights then going into your daughters house and being able to breath and fall asleep on the couch in front of the air conditioner. Imagine your grandson waking you up saying "Nana, go into your granny flat if you want to sleep, I'm trying to watch wrestling and can't hear it over your snoring" so you take the slow walk back to your granny-flat and feel as though your suffocating again.

And imagine two spoilt dogs, being served the same dinner as the family every night and you (hungry) being told "Oh, I only made enough for us."

Imagine your last week in hospital wanting to make things right with your neice, see her, speek to her but your daughter again controlling who can and can't go visit you..

Imagine you, in your last hours asking not to be alone, for your family not to leave you then dying your worst fear - alone..

Imagine having "Never Alone" written on your grave stone and michael jacksons song "You are not alone" played at your funeral when you lived your whole life in your daughters backyard feeling - ALONE!

I will never forgive my Aunty or Uncle for the way my Nana was treated while on this earth. She was beautiful, humble, giving, honest, loyal and never said anything bad about anyone (that she truely meant). She loved everyone, she would give her last if it meant she went without and would always make you feel like the most important person in the world while in her house. I miss her every day, but I know I'll see her again! She is in the hands of our LORD and I believe faithfully that she is now not Alone..