My grandmother Catherine died two days ago and I am just sad. She was eighty six years old and even though I knew she was going to die one day, I am still surprised that its has happened.
Why is it so hard to accept death yet it must happen?
The question that I can’t get out of my mind as I replay our visits together is whether she was happy and fulfilled. When I last spoke to her, she talked about death and that she was ready to go and held nothing bad against anybody.
Does that mean that someone can tell when they are about to die? So many questions who will provide the answers?
The point I have learnt is to live our lives to the best of our ability and treat the people in our lives with the outmost of respect.
Rest in peace my darling grandmother Catherine.
Who do you need to visit today? Please do it.
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