My grandmother died last week, she was 95. When I was driving from Chicago to Buffalo, Solitude by Black Sabbath came on somewhere in Indiana. I was overcome and lost it completely. The fact that I would never get to see her again hit me like a wall.
I know she lived a really long and happy life overall. I know that her years of suffering with dementia and blindness were over, but in that selfish moment I knew that was it. The minister who spoke at the funeral read some beautiful verse about love and how it endures when everything else falls away. Regardless, I still have a lump in my throat when I think about her. She was one of the most kind-hearted, sincere people I've known. I love her and I miss her.
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