Another Death in the Family

At 2:31 today, while I was working, my dad stopped by. Since my shift didn't end until four, I knew this couldn't be good. That was when I was informed that my grandmother on my mom's side had passed away. She died at the assisted living home she had been at for the past four years where she lived with people who loved her almost as much as my family and I did and where she was looked after by the nurses who looked at her as another part of their own families. 

I truly loved my grandma. She was an amazing woman and had done so much for me. She was one of the strongest women I had ever known. When my mom and aunt (RIP to my aunt) were growing up, my grandmother had been raising them all by herself. Now, I know that nowadays this might not seem like a big deal but mind you, this was back in the 60's when being a single parent was something that was frowned upon by society. At the beginning of this year, she ended up in the hospital where we feared that that was going to be it for her yet, even then, and in her state, she managed to bounce back despite a combination of old age, Parkinsons disease, and many other things working against her. She was a fighter, that's for sure and that's one thing about her I'll always deeply admire. 

While I am sad, I'm also happy at the same time. She had been suffering for so long, her health ailing and her body growing weaker and weaker to the point where she had been bed ridden the majority of the time we went to see her after she had been released from the hospital. I'm happy that she doesn't have to suffer anymore and that she can be with her sisters and her youngest daughter. 

I love you grandma. And I'm sure going to miss you. You helped me through so much in my life and, if there is an afterlife, then hopefully I'll be able to see you again someday. 

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