My grandma passed away this morning. We knew for quite some time that things weren’t going well. But that doesn’t make it much easier. I thought I was prepared for her passing, but the phone call this morning was still like a punch in the gut. I am thankful that I had the opportunity to spend these last months and weeks with her, visiting her often, and when I could, helping with her care.
She gave me a precious gift the last night I was with her. She told me she loved me. I loved her too. Goodbye Nana.