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I just got word that my Grandma finally passed away. She'd been battling dementia for so many years that I can honestly say there is a sense of relief as well as immense sadness. She was a woman who had a hard life. She worked on the farm with my Grandfather, taking care of their two daughters (who as they got older worked on the farm as well), and making sure the household ran smoothly. Her home was always immaculate.

Many years ago (I think three now) we got a call from the hospital in PA that we needed to get out there because the doctors did not expect her to make it through that weekend. Um, yeah, they didn't know my Grandma. She was still kicking it, but just not as high.

It's an odd feeling, knowing she's finally at peace. For the last years she'd forgotten who we were and wondered where Pappy was. He'd not been by to visit. Grandpa passed away 22 years ago. She couldn't remember and when we tried to tell her she relived losing him all over again. It has been hard, reading the words from my cousin (who lives close to where Grandma lived) as well as reports from my mom. She'd have her good days and her bad. Today her body finally decided she needed the rest and let her go.

I love you Grandma, more than you might have ever known.