Today, we bid our final farewells to my beloved grandmother. It was an intensely emotional rollercoaster ride for me, to say the least. After a restless night’s sleep, filled with anxiety, my parents picked me up early in the morning to drive to my grandmother’s home where she had been peacefully resting in her own room since she passed away last week.

I had the chance to see her one last time, and I was relieved to see that she looked like she was finally at peace. Being the sensitive person that I am, I couldn’t hold back the tears.

I had one final look at my grandmother after she was placed in her casket. With a white rose in her hands, she appeared as though she was peacefully asleep. I gazed at her for the very last time before the casket closed, realizing that I would never see her again in the physical world.

Together with my cousins, we placed her casket in the hearse, surrounded by beautiful floral arrangements from my grandmother’s children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. The family then drove to the crematorium, where friends and other relatives joined us for a service honoring my grandmother. The service was filled with kind words, photo visuals, and cherished memories. As the service concluded, the immediate family gathered around the casket for a final goodbye. I placed my hand on the casket as tears streamed down my cheeks.

My sweet grandmother, the only grandmother I had left, lived to be 95 years old. I will miss her immensely. She was always the best grandma to me, constantly spoiling me. She lived a full life, and I will forever hold onto the memories we shared. Now, she’s reunited with my grandpa, after almost 30 years, and I believe they are both watching over their loved ones.

I love you, my sweet grandma!