*Trigger warning as this story talks about death, I don’t think there’s anything particularly triggering, but I’ll put a warning just in case*
My grandma passed last Wednesday after four days in the hospital She’s the only grandparent I’ve really known, The matriarch of the family
I was in the room when she passed, along with my parents, my aunts, and one of my grandma’s closest friends In the moments leading up to her passing I remembered a keychain I had gotten for her
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I didn’t mean to submit the story yet so I’ll just finish it here:
I got her this keychain 15 years ago for Mother’s Day but she was out of town that year so I held on to it Saying “I’ll give it to her later, maybe for her birthday” but I never did until her wake I put it in her hands before the viewing and she held it throughout the service I had to take it out before the funeral as she is being cremated and the keychain couldn’t go with her I now have it on my keychain, it’s been a good replacement as I’ve had to give away my key to her house since we’ve changed the locks
I’ll always have that reminder of her One of the most important people I’ve had, and ever will have, in my life
