Just received the news that my Grandmother passed away last night.
She suffered with dementia for several years, and her passing was expected. As far as I can tell she died peacfully in her sleep* which is all you can hope for.
I feel a strange mixture of sadness and relief.
They call Alzeihmers/dementia “the long goodbye” – but for me it was relatively short. I was lucky enough to say goodbye to my Grandmother the night before I moved from the UK to America. The symptoms of her illness were still very minor and so she was still the same lady that I knew and loved. We both knew that it was the last time we would see each other and I’m happy that I got the chance to say everything I needed to.
Grandma, thanks for all the cups of tea, and for taking care of my brother and I when we came home from school.
* Just to end on a slightly happier note – that reminds me of the joke – “When I die, I want to go like my grandfather – peacefully in his sleep. And not screaming like all the passengers on his bus.“