One of my Grandmothers died last night. Grandma Brooke had been in declining health for some time and last night she moved on. From what we've been told she went peacefully.
Here's the part where I say the things we're not supposed to.
I'm happy about the time I was able to spend with her. She always showed a lot of love for our family. Her situation had grown tragic over the last year though, so I'm glad she isn't living in that world any more. I'm glad for her and her children that she went peacefully. And although there's never a "right" time for someone to die this might have been the best time and best way.
While I'm sad that she's gone and I'll cry about it, I'm also glad to have known her and been a part of her life.
