…often doesn’t want to go the way you wish for it to take.
Alas, my grandmother died at the age of 84 last night.
She had been in care for over year while suffering from heavy dementia and the consequences of a stroke.
I had no chance to say goodbye to her, so I really hope she remembered my last spoken words to her (“Stay well – I love you.”) from a year ago and the fact that I hugged her before exiting the room.
All I know is that she doesn’t live anymore, via a forwarded message from my stepmother with whom I usually don’t have contact, nor my father (we had to cut ties years ago).
The sad fact that she won’t ever know whether I reconcile with my father’s family portion also brought me down quite a bit, especially since I tried fixing said relationship numerous times…
I don’t expect anyone to comment on this.
It’s just that I’ll probably never find the right words to tell her grave so I’m doing it here, as a tribute, to have completely unknown people from around the world know that I loved her so much…
She did well.