What breaks my heart the most, aside from the obvious suffering she's enduring, is seeing her like this. My Nonnie used to ride bikes around the neighborhood with us. She used to lay by the pool and yell at us of we got her precious 3-inch, perfectly poofy hair wet. She used to make the most delicious, moist red velvet cakes and bring them to every family gathering and smile while everyone awed them. Her and Papa used to have ice cream cups by the hundreds out in the garage and gave us 3 at a time even when our parents said we could only have one. She used to call us monkeys when we climbed the tree in the front yard and scream when she saw us at the tippy top. She rocked me in her rocking chair and sang "You are my sunshine" to me when I was younger. Those memories are so close to my heart. Now she weighs well under 100 pounds and can't even ambulate. She lays in a bed cringing in pain and embarrassment when I have to wipe her bottom. The sickly Nonnie is the only Nonnie my younger sisters know. If I tried to tell them all the stories and memories I have with her, they wouldn't believe me. I just wish they knew her like I do. "I love you forever I'll like you for always As long as I'm living, My [Nonnie] you'll be"