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[kazidude]

My grandma passed away this morning. I didn't get to see her before I left for school, but my mom and aunt stayed with her and they said it was exactly how she wanted it to be. She was certain that it was her time, and was talking about what came next ("I wonder if Harold (her first husband) will recognize me... I wonder what he looks like now

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[wonderfish]

(psst. Her first husband was Henry. Her second husband was Harold. Poor Harold...)

I just got on to post about that too. But I really don't know what to say. I mean, she seemed pretty happy about it, so I guess I am too. But it feels wrong to be happy when someone you know passes away.

I wonder who will eat the rest of that bucket of ice cream.

[kazidude]

Whoops (about Henry/Harold). I actually miswrote the whole thing, because it was neither of her husbands who she spoke of, but instead "daddy." My mistake.

I decided that there is nothing tragic about this (except for that we won't get any more Grandma moments), and holding that in mind helps me be happy about it.

[myfallensky]

Sounds exactly like my wyoming grandma. i love you boy

[_redvintagefuck]

i agree with the above.

sounds exactly like my step-grandma that died two weeks ago. i love you boy, too.

[_redvintagefuck]

p.s. i'm sorry.

[plastic_jesus_]

Death is a crazy thing.
One of our neighbors was on a bike ride, and was hit by a train. She was like, 40 years old and had children. My brother's friend Pablo's dad also died, of which reasons I do not know. But death can happen at any time, and at any rate. I saw my neighbor the day before the bike ride, and I think it still hasn't registered in my mind that she's gone. I keep thinking I'll see her at our block parties and stuff, but that train was fairly real. It's nutso shit.

I'm glad your grandmother died in a nice way.