Today was a hard day for my family. After a number of years of struggling with Alzheimer's and heart disease, my paternal grandmother passed away. I found out this afternoon, and immediately went to my uncle's house in the East Bay to see her one last time-- I'm so glad I hadn't left for Uganda yet...
I think she had been in pain recently, so I am happy that her end came quietly and relieved her from this pain. Mostly, I am sad for my Dad, uncle, and aunts, who really feel the sadness of losing their mother. As we all gathered to mourn the loss of my paati (the Tamil word for grandmother), her kids shared some stories about her, and mostly about her life in India. It was nice hearing about her as I'm sure she would like to be remembered-- happy and at peace.