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[lissicka]

I was laying in my room about to take a nap when I heard my family talking and it sounded like my grandpa was really upset. So I walked out of my room to see what was going on and my grandpa's face was all red and he was crying. I asked what was wrong and he said, "my mom died". My great grandma, Aima Lefever passed away this afternoon, just a few hours ago. My grandpa's sister (my great aunt Janet) called to tell him. He took it really hard and he felt horrible for not being there. But he was the closest to her. And he would go visit her EVERY DAY even though he didn't want to and wanted to do other stuff. He knew it was the right thing to do. I walked into the living room because he looked so sad and I gave him a hug. He hugged me really tight and cried and said, "thank you so much, Alyssa. That was really nice of you." I started crying, myself. I feel horrible that I haven't seen her in two years and I couldn't even see her before she died. He kept saying, "it still doesn't feel right." I can't imagine what it must be like to lose your mother. But she was 95 years old and very miserable at this point. They all said they wished she would've made it to 100, but it was her time and she lived a VERY LONG life. She knew she was going to die. And she would talk to my grandpa about the songs she wanted played at her funeral like "Amazing Grace". It's very sad to know she's gone, but at the same time, I'm happy for her because she's in a better place now and she's not miserable and in pain anymore. She can finally relax and be happy. We knew this time was coming soon since she had her coma. But it's always a shock when it happens no matter what. I'll never forget her, though. She was a very strong, hard-working, and independent woman. She was so sweet.

R.I.P. Aima Lefever:
November 29, 1910 - November 23, 2006