At the end of the day, my Grammy was surrounded by family. My younger siblings had seen her a week or two before. My older brother was able to introduce his newest daughter - the youngest of the four great-grandchildren. My great-aunts sat by her bed and held her hand. Nate, Laura, Gavin and I flew up in time for one last visit mere hours before the end.
At the end of the day, Grammy had an incredibly well-attended wake and funeral. The funeral was just amazing. The number of people there, and the beautiful things my brothers, cousin, father, great-aunt and great-uncle said. Over half of my Grammy's 28 nieces and nephews were there. Great-nieces and -nephews, and some great-greats, too. Friends, friends of friends. And, in an incredibly touching gesture, a bagpiper piping music up over the sand dunes in the place she loved best.
At the end of the day...
