I don't know what I'll do if my grandma passes. Aside live, obviously, because the world doesn't stop when you check out. Selfish reasoning says make her live forever, but really she's ready to go. But doesn't mean I'm ready to see her go.
Sometimes I feel like Anakin Skywalker right after Palpatine regales the lore of Darth Plageius the Wise-wishing I could manipulate the midi-chlorians to save my mom from death. She's my lifepartner.