She raised me since I was pretty much a toddler. Needless to say I’m taking it pretty hard. I’ve been smoking weed a lot, but no drinking, she hated alcohol so I wouldn’t stoop that low. 
My heart is so heavy, and I’m managing things better than I thought. And I know that’s what she would want me to do.  My partner has been amazing, and I’m crying when I need to. 

She had Dementia, and for sure I thought she was going to forget me before she passed, but she was calling for me, and I was on the way there but it all happened when I left. The car ride was awful, I was stuck with my family in laws. 

I’m just so glad me and my grandmas last interaction was sweet, we met up at a gas station accidentally, I cried because she just looked so different, her body was falling apart.  and held her hand and the back of her neck. And we just sat there, she told me I was a good boy. I’ll cherish that moment for as long as I can. 

Does anyone else have similar experiences? I’d appreciate the stories/ or any advice any of you have. I could use it at the moment.