I had a couple of things wrong in my last post. My grandfather died on the 21st, not the 20th, and my grandma was waiting, but not for that particular date.
She asked to have the door to her sick room left open because Daddy was going to come and get her, and he did that today.
She died the Sunday before Thanksgiving, just like he did, with her children and grand children surrounding her.
We held her hand, told her that we loved her, and that we were okay. She could go when she was ready.
After she passed, my aunt hugged one of my uncles and said "We did it" and started to cry.
The Brighter Side.....of.....this.
4 years ago
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