TW here. Also, to add: I have permission from both parents of the babies to post these pictures. You will see pictures of my grandmother declining physically. I just turned 25. Last year, on my birthday my grandmother died.

For 7 months I cared for her. Those 7 months and her death changed my life. I spent everyday with her, some nights too because I knew the time was short. Her soul, it was young. She wasn't ready. She was so mad, and y'all I just wanna praise hospice workers, hospice workers are actual angels on earth. They came over and faced her anger about being terminally ill with so much grace. She finally accepted it.

What I haven't mentioned is that my brother and Ex SIL and their infant twins lived with us too and those babies were her whole world. They brought her so much joy during the end of her life, they were her world. She'd wake up everyday and be like "WHERE THEM BABIES AT."

And then she started declining and couldn't hold them like she did before so we just continued to bring them to her even when she could no longer speak to ask for them.

These photos are days before her death. She'd go into almost a sleep like trance until you brought those babies in.

Then she could no longer respond at all, but we would still bring them and the only thing she could do was reach out and touch them.

We were so privileged to have these moments. We were so privileged to give her so much love and care. I'll never forget bathing her and washing her hair and her almost cooing as I washed her head because it felt good to her. We would put lotion and rub her because her body was failing. It was so hard so move, so I would sit and rub her back neck and shoulders as she cooed. She would try to smile as I put chap stick on her.

This is the last time she sat outside. Boy was she just absolutely enjoying it.

Hospice came, and said it was time. She was on her death bed, and we gathered around her.

She kept fighting for a long time, and i just had this feeling. First of all I was like why are we just standing here around her. She's dying. I have extreme social anxiety and didn't know what to do, if I was dying I'd want someone there with me. So i got brave and walked over and I sat with her, and I kissed her head and held her hand and told her it was okay infront of everyone as they just watched. She just kept fighting, like this sounds so bad but we were with her for almost an hour and even the hospice workers were like what is happening. It was a moment like "why isn't she dying. so I said "bring me the twins."

The babies were the only ones not in the room. She was waiting on them, and when my nieces reached out for her and cooed and made their presence known, her whole body relaxed and she simply took a peaceful last breath. It was an extremely peaceful death.

The hospice workers literally offered me a job and told me I had a gift of knowing what couldn't be told to me, of just knowing what was needed. Hospice was there the entire time just watching us take care of her and talking to us and comforting US. Complete strangers shared the moment of her death with us, with so much respect towards our family. And honestly, losing her hurt a lot, but I look at it as...My grandmother was so blessed. She had lived a long life and had so much care and pure love at the end of it. I miss her, and I wish her and happy one year in heaven.