Posted on 12/01/2015 at 07:20 PM
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My paternal grandmother was a big part of my growing up too. While my parents worked long shifts in the pubs around Bolton she took care of my sister and I.
After we left England when I was 12 I lost touch and only saw her a couple of times before she died but that was many years later. I still have dreams that she is alive and in Canada for a visit. I always wake up after I realize that she died a long time ago.
I'm sorry to hear the bad news. It doesn't make any difference how old they are. It doesn't make it any less painful.