My last remaining grandparent passed away this morning at the age of 92. She had been degrading in health rapidly over the last year, so it was expected, and all her living children were there to see her go this morning, so it is as peaceful a death as it could have been.

Still, it reminds me just how mortal I am, and she was the shining jewel of generosity and love in my life. I hope to find another like her some day, but there will never be another like her, for sure.

Those of you that still have grand parents, go and give em a hug for me the next time you can.