We lived in the next door flat to my grandparents, who moved in there when I was 4. My dad died when I was 7 and I think it was a big help for my mum, who then went out to work after a bit. I could go back and forward and as only 4 when they arrived and they spoke mostly German I absorbed it and have been fluent since then, which has been very useful. My cousin, 20 years older, lived with them too and I loved being with her.
When my mum went into hospital when I was 15 I stayed in our flat but was able to go next door for meals and they looked after me. When my grandparents got old my mum and I were able to look after them. My gran ate with us every day after my grandfather went into a home and then died. She fell in her 90s and broke a hip and after initial hospital stay came home and we looked after her. I'd moved out, married, had 2 children, but was with her the night she died, giving my mum a night's sleep. I had a 6 month old baby and 2 year old by then but am so pleased I was able to be with my gran. I had loving grandparents who spoiled me rotten next door.
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