We met Social Services again today to see what happens next to Gran. After a discussion to which Nana’s contribution was “I wish the Lord would take me” I realised how utterly bereft of hope her life had become. Miserable beyond belief, unable to read through poor glasses (even if she had the inclination), surrounded by women like her rendered mute by deafness, her body shutting down from a life of stubborn hard work.
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