I was close with my grandmother.
She was just an all around good person, the classic grandma with cookies type.
She was also politically and socially astoot.
For someone who grew up on a tobacco plantation in NC in the 20s and 30s she didnt have a single bias against anyone.
We talked a lot about how things changed through her life.
She let my cousin and her lesbian girlfriends live in her house haha (which they kind of took advantage, but she knew it and was okay with it, even if we wernt).
I was with her when she died. She was 95, it was a week after her birthday.
I didnt really feel sadness at her funeral, like i was sad, but i wasnt like upset. Probably because we had talked a lot about it, and we were all ready. She was literally like "im sick of this, im gonna die this week" then did haha. She was cool.
My grandfather died a few months before that at 96 and my father a few weeks after at 60. Those funerals i was upset at, and when i though about it, i think it was because i never really got to know my grandfather, and i had only just begun to get along with my dad. So in those cases, i think it was because of missed chances, but with my grandmother, we had spent a lot of time together, nothing was left unsaid, and it was more of a conscious decision rather than a sudden thing.