Last night my grandmother passed away.
She hasn't been well for awhile. But, I was still surprised.
We had been planning to go visit her yesterday. My mom called first thing to tell us that they were in emergency with Grandma.
The day went on.
And, then in the evening my uncle called my parents to say that they were changing her medication and that she seemed to be improving. But, then not long after that we were called to the hospital. Before we even got there (I was picking my sister up) my dad called to say she had passed away.
It was a little surreal.
We ended up meeting my parents and aunt and uncle and cousins at the hospital. We said our goodbyes to Grandma. We talked to the doctor.
He said that it was likely a stroke. That she was very peaceful and it was very sudden. We declined an autopsy.
Part of me is really sad. But, I also know that she is happier now.
Her life was full. She loved us all and knew she was loved.
She met all of her great grandchildren.
The funny thing is that we were all sitting around last night, figuring out funeral plans, crying and laughing and chatting. And, I realized that this is what would have made Grandma happy. Her family being a family.
She will be missed, but I know she's in a better place.