Unfortunately, I must add one more trip this weekend back to my home town. My grandmother passed away yesterday morning, a week after her 91
I got to see her at Christmas; she was very happy then. I thought she was recovering very well indeed from her strokes a couple years back.
Death is something that my grandparents and I have discussed in the past. My two surviving grandparents are 87 and 85. In our discussions, we concluded that every day is a gift, and that they'll enjoy every last one they're given — and they do. In the end though, they will end. They are ready for that, and so must we be. Carried in our memories as we appreciate each day that we are given, and remember fondly they days that we shared.
Kaze was a gift and will be missed.
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