Goodbye, Great Grandma
I went to see my Great Grandma yesterday for the last time. She passed away on Tuesday. I felt a bit funny about going to a viewing, and seeing her so small and fragile in that coffin, looking like she was asleep but never to wake up again. It’s an odd thing to experience. Tears rolled down my face as I kissed her goodbye for the last time. She was ice cold, her hair was ice cold. This was more traumatic for me than the funeral, realising that until before we got there she would have been in a freezer, awaiting her burial. I didn’t think I’d be this affected by it – she hadn’t been well for a while and was in a lot of pain towards the end, so it’s good she’s at peace now and reunited with her loved ones that have passed away. But it’s our loss, and I can’t get over seeing her lying there, and knowing that was the last time I’ll ever see her in my life. And then realising that everyone I know and care about, will die one day too. I just can’t bear thinking about it.
Rest In Peace, Great Grandma.
