I haven't been on lately after a move, and several things going on. But my grandmother had gotten diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure recently, then got Pneumonia again. My brother and I were just getting ready to travel there to see her soon, but we were contacted early this afternoon and told that a nurse went in to check on her, and she had passed away.
I wanted to be there with her. I know she didn't know me or anyone anymore, but I wanted to be there for her nonetheless. I can't imagine this life without her in it; she was like a mother to me. I felt like after her being at death's door so many times starting when I was a child, that I'd be prepared for this day, but I'm not. I'm not at all. Part of me doesn't believe this, and I'm scared of the time it all sets in.




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