My maternal grandmother, Luthisa Mayes, passed away a few days ago. While she had tons of pictures of Gabe and had one video chat with him we unfortunately never got the chance to visit in person since he has been born. Ugh.
It has been two years since her son, my uncle, died from cancer and I don't think she ever really got over that. It is hard to lose a child at any age. Plus, she had a lot of health issues. But she lived a great life; 89 years ain't too shabby, is it? She was an awesome homemaker, raised five children and enjoyed tons of grands and great-grands AND great-great grands. She was kind of quiet-mannered, but did not have any problems speaking her mind (just ask my grandpa).
Both her and my grandfather (who is 95) were in a nursing home and he seems to be doing okay, I am told. I think he just needs a LOT love and affection, and I anticipate that in the future everyone will find time to visit him so that he gets a least one visitor per day.
So I am very sad, but happy that she is in a better place and not in pain anymore.
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