This morning I received some very sad but somewhat expected news. My grandmother (my mom's mom) passed away last night. She was my last remaining grandparent, and both my parents predeceased her. Grandma was 102 years old, and up until recently was in relatively good health for her age. She lived in a home for the elderly in Edmonton, which is where most of my aunts and uncles live, or close to it. Last time my wife and I saw her was in August, her mind was still quite sharp but her body was starting to fail her. She had eye issues making her nearly blind, and could only walk with the help of a walker. She had taken a fall a few years back breaking her hip, otherwise she would have still been mobile.
But a few weeks ago she ended up in the hospital after collapsing due to some kind of internal infection. It seemed she was going to be OK and she was placed into a care home. Then a few days ago things turned bad and it seemed the end was near. One of my aunt's called last night to tell us most of her kids were there with her, as well as a priest. We lost her around 2AM.
As much as its a sad day for the family there is a bit of "happiness" (can't think of the right word). My grandfather died over 20 years ago, and a few years back grandma actually told me she thought god had forgot about her.
I don't actually know anyone here but writing about her is at least a bit therapeutic for me.
RIP grandma, I will miss you.