*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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So sorry for the loss of your grandma. The keychain is really sweet. My grandma (the last of my grandparents) passed away in 2016. I dedicated this poem to her on a post I wrote back then. Perhaps it'll remind you of your grandma as well... "Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down today. Nothing gold can stay." ~ Robert Frost
