*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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@JRVanguard I understand. I grew up without grandparents or my father. I don't know the special bond that can exist between old people and youngsters. But I wish I did. Grandparents love is selfless
@JRVanguard Yea, I'm 34, but my grandma's was the only funeral I attended in my whole life. That too when I was like 10. But I am not good at goodbyes. I can't.
