She hated water. They had a pool in their backyard, but she hated to swim. But you know, [she] still went to the beach a lot and put up with all of us swimming in the pool all the time and actually loved it a lot that we all swam in the pool.

My grandfather adored her. Their relationship was so nice… very supportive of each other, no matter what happened. They were very strong together… Even when she was going for the Alzheimer’s, and he had the dementia. He had like six heart attacks and one stroke before he passed. So we were confronted with mortality multiple times with him. Towards the end, she would always joke, “You know, when you go, I’m just going to have to get a boyfriend.”

It’s especially hard for my dad. My mom just tried to hold on when it got really tough. But I think that the decline of my grandmother has been so slow. I mean, it’s been quick, but we knew what was going on, and she’s still there, so it’s not like a sudden death. It’s a slow death. But even though she’s not there any more, she’s still physically there. So it’s an elongated mourning process.