*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 am sorry for your loss. I never knew most of my grandparents but I did know my maternal grandmother and we got along well although she didn't speak English. I miss her every day; she died in 1958.
