This week both of my grandparents passed away. Not at the same time, but within 9 days of each other. I miss them so much. It's been a hard, emotional week. But I am happy that they got to go together and are now free of the pain and misery they have been enduring for the last several years. A few days before my grandma went, I went to visit her. She gave me her ring, a ring she had never taken off since I've known her. This meant so much to me. I feel like I have a piece of her with me now.
I am happy for them and I love them. I wrote this journal page about them where I attempted (key word) to draw my grandmothers hand holding mine during our last conversation.