Grandma Gilmore passed away Tuesday morning. She was 97 years old and one tough cookie...a true survivor. One of the toughest, strongest ladies I've known. She did Tai Chi and soft shoe dancing well into her 80s.
My Mom called Monday night with a "I think this is it" ...of course we had had a few of those over the past couple years...broken hip....pneumonia....she beat them all. She really was a survivor. Even in her 90s she WANTED TO LIVE and fought against it all. But this one was different. She was refusing to eat. It sounded like she had given up. They were giving her morphine to keep her comfortable.
I realized when I went to bed that night why she was finally giving up. She was such a fighter, but she was handing her fight over to me now. She must have known I needed it this year. Thank you Grandma. I love you and won't let you down. I'll keep fighting just like you did.
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