A week ago Sunday (November 18, 2007) my Grandma (my father's mom) passed away. She had been battling dementia for the last several years and the good days were far and few between. She did quietly in her sleep around 1am EST.
Her death did not come as a surprise to us. I think we've all been preparing ourselves for the day—I know I had been. Regardless, losing a loved one is always hard.
I've been really worried about my father. For the past year (and maybe longer) he had been going to see my grandmother at the Assisted Living facility almost every day. My grandfather passed away over 17 years ago, so my grandmother's death means both of his parents are now deceased. So while I'm sure he's been preparing himself for the day when my grandmother would pass, it still must be a difficult situation to go through—and hopefully something I won't have to go through for many years. From all accounts though, my dad is doing well.