Goodbye to the dearest grandparents

My grandfather died in January this year. He had dementia, and for a few years we had thought he probably wouldn’t be with us for very much longer. When he died, he was 94 years old and had lived a beautiful life surrounded by his family: his children, grandchildren, and, for the last four years, his first great-grandchild — our daughter. In January, he fell and was in a lot of pain. He really…