Earlier today, I saw that my father had sent me a text message, saying that my grandmother passed away at about 9am.
I'm not sure how to feel about it. I'm not exactly sad. After all, I didn't have much contact with her over the last few years. She was confined to a wheelchair because her muscles atrophied. She also had a case of dementia, barely being aware of her surroundings and calling my uncle "mom" because he was the one caring for her when she wasn't in a nursing home. And recently, she was brought into the hospital because she fell off the wheelchair and broke her leg. Not exactly sure if that had any role in her death, but I guess it was simply natural causes. Grandma wasn't exactly fond of those last years of her life. She would occasionally say that she wanted to die, possibly her way of cracking a joke about her physical and mental state, but at the same time, she had the occasional lucid moment and even managed to laugh about something once in a while.
Now her suffering has finally found an end, though. It must have been quite a relief to her. She lived a long life of 83 years (assuming I got her year of birth right). The funeral date is yet to be decided. Honestly, I was hoping to see my relatives again under happier circumstances, but while you can have several birthday parties in your life, you only have one funeral...
There's no need for condolences, but you guys are probably gonna offer them, anyway.