My grandmother just passed away. I’m relieved in a way that we didn’t need to pull the plug, and she went on her own terms. She did everything on her own terms, even when she had no idea what she was doing and that was frequently, she did it her way. That was one of her favorite songs too, it’s what got her through so much. Frank Sinatra’s I Did It My Way was her favorite song and that’s the way she lived her life, not caring what others thought or how they saw her. Everyone saw this as her being a bitch. In a way she was a bitch, and she passed it on to my mother and me. She also passed it on to the woman whom she loved and thought of as a daughter. My grandmother was the biggest bitch one could ever know, and despite all her bitchy ways she still came through whenever you needed her. She helped me get through the tough times, spent nights in the hospital with me when things weren’t so good. We had the biggest sceaming matches ever and fought like crazy. She would even come to threaten me. Afterwards we both grew closer because we knew we were more alike than we ever realized. She had lung cancer and she didn’t even know it until a few days ago. She told my mom’s friend whom I went to get that she could die happy knowing that everyone was well and that we’d all be okay. She helped raise me when my father wasn’t around, and she was the most influencial person in my life. Through everything she went through and everything that was going on with the family, one thing could definitely be said about her, she did it her way.
We miss you.