I Found My Great Great Grandma after 47 years
my great great grandmother
I found my great great grandmother in a wooden shed in the middle of the woods. She ran off when she developed psychosis when her husband died. It has been 47 years. She was considered to be dead until we found her. She has been sleeping on an eroded, moldy mattress, drinking water from the river and eating bugs, killed animals and leaves aswell as twigs. She is disoriented and in survival mode. What do I do? She’s 127 years old.
Update:
Thank you all for the love and support on the grandmother one. I took some time to read the comments and decide what my next move would be. I will tell the story down below. My great great grandmother went missing at the age of 80. She had been grieving the loss of her beloved husband for over 4 years. My great great grandpa died in 1974 from measles and he had been diagnosed with respiratory Tourettes a year prior to his death, we found him trying to stab himself when he died. He was stabbing himself while already dead. That’s how bad his respiratory tourettes was. It tore my heart apart to watch. Anyway, my great great grandma was a good lady. Initially, she handled the loss quite well albeit a little taken aback. She was 80 years old and extremely spiritual so I guess that’s what helped her cope a little. Anyway, as the months gone and went by, she began acting funny. Like she was waiting for him to come back. She would set two coffee cups on the counter each morning and make coffee for two people despite her husband passing away and her living alone. Soon, she began clipping her hair short and we’d find grey hair scattered all around her house which was honestly scary. My aunt Mimi had to pick that up every time. Anyway, a little after that she stopped answering our calls and stopped writing back letters to her son in the army. We didn’t know if she’d be alive since we never heard a call from her so we’d just visit unannouncedand hopefully see if she was alive.One time we came by and saw her staring at old photos of her husband. Anyway, one day it had been about four months since we’d hear from her. The only reason we hadn’t come by was because we recently had an update that she had a nanny taking care of her. Which I believed wholeheartedly because my great great grandma doesn’t lie like that. But we hadn’t heard any update from the nanny or her so I came along and checked up on her. When I came in there was no nobody there. No trace of my great great grandma, literally nothing. She vanished and left us nothing but a letter that read “外面有什么东西在等着我。我得走了。如果你饿了，炉子上煮着汤，热一下就能吃” which was a great shocker because we didn’t even know she spoke mandarin. Anyway, I translated that letter and went to the stove to warm up the soup she said she left us. But when I opened the pot lid, the soup was real moldy and dried up. That was fine, I wasn’t hungry anyway if I’m going to be honest. Anyway, I grabbed her phone and quickly called 911 and the police came and went. They said that they’ll send searches out to find her but there wouldn’t be any luck. I was real angry. I went out there and searched for myself but obviously I couldn’t find her. My family was absolutely devastated for days but everyone quickly moved on. Everyone said she would be dead if we found her and that we’d have to deal with that. Nobody wanted to deal with that I guess. Anyway, years had gone by and nobody found her. She was actually pronounced dead since they couldn’t find any trace of her. Anyway, it’s been 47 years and I almost stopped looking for her until one day me and my son Zacharie went on a camping trip before he left to Connecticut for his new job. We wanted to spend some time together before his big move. The dudes like 30. Anyway, we had a good time. Spent some time roasting marshmallows over the fire and it was real good. Eventually I had to go drop a deuce and I left Zacharie alone by the campfire so I could find a porter potty. Anyway, I spent some time walking and I think I got lost. I kept going in all these Different directions. Which was scary especially for a guy my age. Anyway, I stopped by this wooden shed which I assumed as the porter potty I had long been searching for. I walked in and found her slouched over on the floor eating a punch of twigs and rats. She had been surviving off of rats, rotten fish, crunchy insects and leaves/twigs she would harvest. Anyway, I had to give myself a minute to jerk off to that sight because that’s my fetish. Anyway, I got closer to her and quickly realized that this was my great great grandma! I was in such great shock. I didn’t know that this would be my grandma. Genuinely so obtuse! She was frail, obviously malnourished and disoriented. She was nearly bald! That’s when you guys came in. I quickly wrote my Reddit post and within minutes, you guys came flooding in giving me wondrous kinds of advice! I decided to call the police right away and they came so fast. They strapped her onto a gurney and took her away. Anyway, a few hours later I came to visit her in the hospital. She was strapped down to the bed and still disoriented but I tried my best to help her remember who I really am; her great great grandson.! I talked about all the great times we had together, and that she practically raised me when nobody would. Both of my parents were ketamine addicts and didn’t wanna take care of me so she was all I had. Anyway, she could never really remember me. Anyway, she was transported to the mental hospital because she kept hurting herself with plastic knives and stabbing herself with sporks. She was there for three months where she was diagnosed with acute liver psychosis in her left knee. Which made perfect sense, I guess. When she was discharged, she still couldn’t remember me. But she lived with me for 3 more months before she unfortunately passed away from rabies. I walked into her room and she was dead, with foam tinkling out her mouth. Her eyes were closed. I bet it was a peaceful death.
Update:
Thank you for all your wishes s and condolences. I genuinely could not be more grateful for all of you. We buried her and she laid there in her casket so beautifully. The ceremony was beautiful. She was reunited with those she loved most when she could remember them, and I think that’s absolutely amazing. Her daughter, my great grandma, came out and held her hand and cried. We all gave speeches and kissed her little cheek. It was such a beautiful day. Anyway, my son is at Connecticut living his absolute dream life and even bought his dream car. He’s living the dream and I’m so proud of him. Thank you all.