Originally posted by IggytheBorg
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In fairness, she's the one relative that my fear of as a child had turned into disdain and pity as she got older and, eventually, weaker. About this time last year, she started forgetting stuff and it had got to the point this year that she didn't know what year it was and couldn't keep track of anything on a day to day basis. But she still maintained a relative wit and glimmers of her fierce intelligence.
She refused the idea of ever being put in a home and, out of respect to her wishes, began to become something of an ungrateful burden to my parents, who took it upon themselves to rehouse her closer to them so they could help out where she would allow.
She died at 92 in her bed, in her sleep - prematurely enough that she didn't live to lose all her faculties and senses. Of course I mourn her passing, but I don't pity the way in which she went and I don't have too many regrets about the note we managed to leave things on. All that remains is to celebrate her life with my family.
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