Grandmother’s death brings lesson in living
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The day my grandmother died I wasn’t sad. There was a sense of relief. After seeing my 84-year-old grandmother suffer through months of kidney failure in hospice I knew her death would bring her peace. And although hard to deal with, I knew I’d be fine as well. The beginning of the end
Two years ago my grandmother was hospitalized with a bowel obstruction and told she was in kidney failure.