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Around 8:00 this evening, my grandmother passed away. I don't know the exact time, because I was teaching a class. I wasn't informed (officially) until I got home at around 10:30. She wasn't alone while she was dying, but she still waited until people were out of the room to finally let go.
I'm shifting between numb and weeping and regretful. But at least I saw her when she seemed on the mend on Thursday. She's not in pain anymore, and she's with her husband again, but I still want my abuelita here puttering around the kitchen and yelling at the dog for not eating.
I'm shifting between numb and weeping and regretful. But at least I saw her when she seemed on the mend on Thursday. She's not in pain anymore, and she's with her husband again, but I still want my abuelita here puttering around the kitchen and yelling at the dog for not eating.