When my Grandma passed away, nobody was particularly sad. The loss of a loved one is inevitable, as time tightens its grasp on those who have little of it left. And by particularly sad, I meant completely devastated and crying buckets. Grandma left peacefully in her sleep, quietly and painlessly fading away.

 

Having suffered from old-age dementia, she lost her ability to communicate intelligibly with her surroundings. I'd like to think that she distanced herself from the entire family on purpose.

 

I'd like to think that she didn't suffer from old-age dementia, but instead chose not to communicate intelligibly with her surroundings, for the last few years of her life. That way, the family members would grow detached from her, inevitably, because she is simply so difficult to approach. That way, when it's her time to go, she won't leave the family devastated.

 

After all, the last thing a loving mother, grandmother, and great grandmother (all at the same time) would want is to leave the entire family in tears for the next few nights. She did it for our own good; she didn't want to see us cry.

 

Thank you, grandma, thank you so much. May you rest in peace for eternity.