My grandmother died tonight. Which means I've lost all three of my grandparents in a little less than three years. (The fourth died before I was born; never had a chance to think of him as Granddaddy.) I guess that's what growing up is: outliving those who came before.
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Grief is weird. )
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I don't know how to grieve for her now. I feel like I did my grieving in pieces, starting with the diagnosis thirteen years ago.
I had a similar experience with my Grandma who died back in 1992, and I felt the same way.
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Here's to your grandmother, interesting and loving and remembered.
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