My grandmother passed away last weekend. She was 90 and tired and ready to move on. I am happy that she is not stuck in her old broken down body anymore. It is a relief to not see her suffering anymore. I think this is why I have not cried as much as I think I should. It will hit me sometime, how much I miss her. I will probably get all my crying out then.
Grandma died seven years after my grandfather, on their 66th wedding anniversary. They loved each other so much. I'm not religious. I don't have a seance of what comes after this life. But this makes me wonder about the forces out there. I'd like to believe that Grandma and Grandpa are out there dancing together somewhere in the great beyond.
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