Today marks the first anniversary of the last time I saw my maternal grandmother alive.
She was mostly incoherent, and at times I'm not sure she remembered who I was. She was happy most of the time. In an instant she would change to horribly angry then to weeping sadness and then back again.
My grandma, the grandma from two years before she went into the home, was awesome.
The woman who died in December 2012 was just a shell of her former self. I don't miss her. I'm glad that that woman is out of pain, no longer a victim to her failing cardiovascular system that stole her mind.
I miss my grandma, a lot. I wish I could talk to her.
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