My Great-Grandmother died tonight.

She was the most positively strong willed woman I've knew. For years now, she lived with a lot of pain, but she refused to stop living her life her way. When she couldn't gather the will to get up from bed last week we knew it wasn't going to take much longer, so we said our good bays but... I was going home again today, counting on seeing her one more time while I was there. It's selfish of me, she was in a lot of pain and wanted to go, but I wish she was still here.

I guess I'm a selfish person.

CV