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Yesterday morning, my grandmother passed away while eating her breakfast. She had been unwell for a couple of months, shuffling between the hospital and nursing homes for much of the summer. As my father wrote on FB: " It was very quick and painless and she was more than ready to go, but there still will be a hole in our lives."
She was 95 years old, and had lived a long and full life. Along the way, she'd experienced the losses of a brother (killed in action during WWII), her son (traffic accident in the 1960s), her husband (heart attack in the 1980s), a daughter (leukemia, about a decade ago) and a great-granddaughter (my daughter, a year ago). She is survived by a sister, a daughter, seven grandchildren and a half-dozen great-grandchildren. We will be gathering in Western New York over the next couple of days to pay our respect and celebrate her long life.
She was 95 years old, and had lived a long and full life. Along the way, she'd experienced the losses of a brother (killed in action during WWII), her son (traffic accident in the 1960s), her husband (heart attack in the 1980s), a daughter (leukemia, about a decade ago) and a great-granddaughter (my daughter, a year ago). She is survived by a sister, a daughter, seven grandchildren and a half-dozen great-grandchildren. We will be gathering in Western New York over the next couple of days to pay our respect and celebrate her long life.
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