The last of my grandparents — my father's mother, or "Nan D" as we tended to know her — passed away this evening. It sounds as if it was at least partly expected, though perhaps not quite so soon. We don't know the details as yet, but apparently she hadn't quite been herself for a little while, so it sounds like it probably wasn't related to the pandemic situation.
I'm not sure how to feel about it, really. A family member passing is always a sad event, to be sure, but I'd not had many opportunities to see her for quite a long time now. I guess in some regards this is a good thing, because it allows me to look back on my fond memories with her — mostly the time when she was living in her old house, next door but one to my mother's parents — rather than anything more negative or sad, but even so; with the world being the way it is right now we unfortunately can't really give her a proper send-off and say goodbye.
Well, I guess we can, really. I'm doing it right now. That's one of the nice things about the modern age; you can share the things you want to say — or indeed the fact that you're not quite sure what to say, as I'm feeling right now — regardless of the distance between you and the people you're sharing your thoughts with.
Goodbye, Nan. I think that's all I really want to say right at this exact moment. Rest well; you deserve the peace, and you will be missed.
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