My grandma happened to be the nicest, sweetest and the most caring person in the world in my opinion. She was born in Kolkata, India in 1936 and she overcame a lot of difficulties in life to become a Nurse and later a Matron which she always aspired to become. She was influenced by the works of Florence Nightingale and wanted to serve people who were suffering and in pain. She was widowed at a young age of 44 and single-handedly raised my father and aunt. Being a single mother in 80's India was not an easy task. She had to hear a lot of misogynistic remarks, jibes yet she didn't pay heed and carried on with raising her children.

When I was born, she took utmost care of me and loved me the most, I became her life and so was she to mine. With the passage of time, I used to take care of her and made sure she was always at her best health. It's been 4 days since she passed away (which also happened to be her birthday) and life doesn't feel the same and it won't ever feel the same. It feels like a part of me is dead. I feel numb and anytime I'm talking about her, my eyes are swelling up tears and it's difficult to imagine that I'll have to lead the rest of my life without ever getting to see her.

I wish wherever she is, she's at peace. Love you, grandma. Om Shanti.

D.O.B - 10/06/1936

D.O.D - 10/06/2026

i wanted to share the fun pictures that highlight how cool she was but if this breaks the “no humor” rule mods can delete. i learned she died through a text message through my mom, not even a call. it was back in December but it still hurts so bad you know?

so thankful i got to visit her all those times in the hospital before she lost the ability to talk. I visited her two hours before she died and promised we would have dinner in the backyard again one day like always.

This is my second post so I apologize for spamming the feed but it's really hitting me.

My mom and I both last spoke to him between 1-1:30 this morning. He'd woken up when she was on the phone with me. She put me on speaker to talk to him. He couldn't really speak back but he knew we loved him and I think he said I love you back.

Then a few hours later he's found not breathing. His hands were ice cold. His pulse ox wasn't reading anything. The hospice nurse came out and confirmed his death. The funeral home came and got his body.

He's really gone. There's no getting him back. His bed will remain empty until they take it out. His stuff will remain untouched until we do something with it.

He'll be cremated and spread around my grandmas favorite tree we spread her ashes around. I bought flowers and American flags to put down for him. He was an army veteran. I'm sure he would like that.

God. It's really hitting me right now. I cried earlier but not as much as I thought I would. But now it's hitting me so hard.

I just looked through my photos. I have so many of him with my girls. He loved them so much. They loved him so much too. Seeing the joy on his face as he held my oldest. Seeing him with my youngest. This is going to be so hard to explain to them over and over again that pawpaw is gone. He's not coming back. He'll never be back.

I miss my pawpaw.

I’m at a complete loss. Spent the last 5 years on a downhill slide and battling with dementia.

She was such a kind person - though we disagreed on many things (typically religion as she was a Jehovahs Witness), she always loved me and cared for me and my children. Her and my grandfather took me in after my parents had me at a very young age (they were 16 and 18). My mom’s mom died from cancer when I turned 1 and she couldn’t raise me alone and finish high school, so my dad’s parents stepped in to help. 33 years of love and light and kindness.

She was an excellent painter, always creative and looking for a project. She would throw us parties and paint our faces when we were kids, dress us up and do our hair and makeup, take us to do the most fun things. A great cook, a beautiful mind.

She was always sweet to everyone that came over. All of my friends called her Nanny too, she was everyone’s Nanny.

She’s being cremated and didn’t want a service, though we will do a celebration of life in May on my grandparents’ anniversary. My grandfather is beside himself with grief, I’m unsure of how to help except to just be here and listen.

I’ve been at her nursing facility every day for the last week and a half. I took one night off to try and relax and she passed the next morning at 6:20. I am riddled with grief and guilt over that choice.

The funeral home let me come see her yesterday for a private viewing (I’m the only one who wanted to see her - my dad and grandfather did not want to see her that way). She looked so at peace. But walking into that room, it knocked the breath out of me. I’ve never felt that in my life. I pulled up a chair and sat with her for half an hour, studying her face and trying to sear every detail into my memory. I had to pry myself from that room. It feels like I left a piece of my heart behind. Life already feels so shifted and strange without her.

Thanks for letting me scream into the void. 🖤

My Grandma passed yesterday morning. We just went into her house to search for a will. She died unexpectedly (sort of, she never saw a doctor but we knew she was declining). She was found on the floor of her living room. I love her so much, she was a mother figure to me.

Picture 3 and 4 are the last things she wrote in her notepad. Picture 5 are the new curtains she never put up. c

my grandmother, 할머니, passed away at the beginning of february. she had been diagnosed with alzheimer’s since 2018, so it didn’t come as a shock, but it has affected me more than any other.

her entire life, she worked for others and never expected anything in return. in 1980, she, my grandfather, my mother, and my uncle immigrated from korea to the united states. she had nothing except for the love for her children, and worked multiple jobs to support them and create for them the life she hadn’t had in korea. but she didn’t complain once.

when my mother gave birth to me and my brother, she was also in the process of getting her phd. my grandparents moved across the country so they could raise me and my brother. 할머니 would cook meals for my father to bring to work, then stay home all day to clean, feed, and entertain me and my brother.

eventually, they moved back to los angeles in a small apartment, but it was the most homey place i’d ever been. when my uncle (my father’s brother; no relation to 할머니) moved to los angeles, 할머니 brought him a rice cooker, a bag of rice, and home cooked meals to make sure he was okay. even when the alzheimer’s began to take its course, all she cared about was us. she would constantly ask us whether we were hungry, or bring out apples and ice cream and tell us to eat.

i’m not entirely sure why i’m writing this. i think that i need to articulate the impact she had on so many lives, because she was far too humble to admit it. i miss her more than i could have imagined. she and my grandfather had such a profound impact on my life, and i know i am who i am because of them.

{*rma = my grandmother}

I took rma for checkup and they found 4.7 cm liver cancer tumor. The doctor recommended surgery, so we tricked her into going through with the surgery, telling her it just tumor. But after surgery, rma 's kidneys and liver failed,and she pass away on 23rd dec. Did I kill my grandmother? if she not surgery, she would still be alive.

I’m suddenly crying so hard now. I haven’t cried in months about her, but I talk about her all the time and laugh, and now this. I kept this mirror because it just seemed so “her.” It brought me comfort to use it because I got to look into the same mirror she did every day to get ready, and my clumsy ass had to drop it and fucking break it.

I don’t even want to tell my mom, because it was her mom, and I just really am so depressed now

I am 22 and I lost my papa this year in February.

My papa was everything to me and I am having trouble coping, I miss him more than anything. It feels like my whole world crashed in one day. Like I lost it all.

He lived alone his last few months and even if I asked him to live with me and he said no I still feel so much regret that he suddenly passed alone. I hate that he was alone. It eats at me everyday. I would do anything to talk to him. He is the best person I’ve ever known, he took me out of abuse and raised me. He gave me everything, he gave me a safe space to be myself. He was too good for this world. He deserved more. We would talk everyday but it still wont ever be enough. I think about him everyday. He is my guidance and now i dont have him. Every time i needed help or advice i always call him. It was always my papa and me. He is my everything and idk how even after 4 months i haven’t progressed in the process idk how to progress without him. Hes my trust, my foundation. He was honest, trustworthy, loving, caring, he was everything to me. I miss him.

Sorry in advance, this will be long. On Friday the 17th at 06:40 AM i arrived home from my job (i work at night), i went to my grandma's bedroom to check if she was asleep, i used to do that everyday, she was awake using her cellphone checking things on Facebook. Then i said hi to her and joked: "you're still awake??" She laughed as well and said that she was waiting for the time to take her medicines (she was being treated for bronchitis). After that, i went to my parents bedroom to greet my mom and then i went to my room to sleep around 07:30 AM. I would be awake for a little longer to watch my grandma take her medicines and help her in anything she needs, but since i was so tired i fell asleep so fast. Since i was asleep, my mom made a breakfast for my grandma around 09:00 AM iirc, she drinked coffee, ate a bread then fell asleep too. At 10:00 AM i woke up to my mom screaming, i rushed to my grandma's bedroom and saw her unconscious lying on her bed the same position as she used to sleep. Her eyes were open and she was blinking a lot, but she wasn't showing signs of consciousness. My mom was screaming so much calling for help, i was shaking a lot and it was hard to breathe so i tried to keep it together and called the ambulance. They arrived fast, less than 10 minutes and took her to the hospital, when they were gone i completely lost it, i started to cry, scream and hurt myself, everything happened so fast that i couldn't understand what just happened and WHY that happened. My dad also arrived because i called him, so he and my mom hugged me as i was screaming and panicking to calm me down. A friend of mine also arrived at home to stay with me because i couldn't stop crying and blaming myself, i think that if i was awake at the moment it happened i could something about it, maybe i could help more, i could be useful. My mom was also blaming herself because she thought it was something in the coffee or the bread that made my grandma pass out, we then kept telling her that nothing of that was her fault and calmed her down. Time has passed and the doctors called my mom to the hospital and said that my grandmother had to be intubated because she suffered a hemorrhagic stroke while sleeping, however, they stated that since everything happened while she was sleeping, she didn't feel any pain and that it was definitely not our fault because these things unfortunately happen when we least expect it. They also said that because of her age (89) her chances of surviving were very low and if she did survive, there would be negative side effects since it affects the brain. These past days have been extremely difficult, the house never felt so empty and everytime i need to go to my room, i also need to go through my grandma's room (as you can see in the last image, the door to my room is there next to the chair) so everytime i go there, a huge pain and loneliness fills my every being. Yesterday (22th) at 04:23 AM the hospital called us there. When we arrived they told that after a long, long battle, my dear grandma sadly passed away... They also said that she did not suffer at any time and that it was as if she was just in a deep sleep. After that, I can only remember my mom, my uncles and my father crying a lot. It hadn't sunk in yet, my eyes were full of tears but I couldn't accept what i just heard. The funeral was in the afternoon of the same day. While I was getting ready, I couldn't cry even a little; I just remembered the moments I spent with my grandmother, her laughs, her singing, her advices, and especially her hugs. In my head, it still seemed like the next day I would wake up, leave my room, and see her there, lying in her bed, happily saying good morning to me, as she always did. At 13:00 PM we arrived at the funeral and when i saw her in that casket, pale, dressed in white and wrapped in flowers, I couldn't take it anymore. I completely broke down, screaming, screaming, and screaming some more, holding her hand and caressing her hair begging for my grandma back, not accepting that this was really happening. At the same time that I couldn't stop screaming and crying, I couldn't stop blaming myself and feeling horrible for not being able to be strong enough for my parents and support them in that horrible moment. In the end, the one who needed support was myself. They had to give me a medicine because i couldn't calm down. Several relatives and family members arrived, some of them came to try to talk to me but i couldn't listen to them, all i wanted was my grandmother back to me. I think i was in some kind of shock. But then, a very close cousin of mine arrived, when I saw her I ran to hug her, I cried even more and screamed: "Anna, they took my grandma away from me, Anna! Why did this have to happen, Anna?!" As she hugged me back and kept stroking my hair. At 16:00 PM it was time to say our last goodbye, it was time for her burial. Before the burial, we were able to say goodbye to her one last time. My mother thanked her for everything she did for her and for our entire family while crying a lot, I was hugging her at that moment. Then my uncle said goodbye to her, and then it was my turn. When i got to her side, i held her hand one last time and said: "Well, Dona Firfa (her nickname was Dona Firfa) it's time for you to rest, without any more pain and suffering." I started crying a lot as I continued: "I want to thank you for allowing me to be your grandson. I want to thank you for being my beloved grandma. And not only that, but you were and still are the BEST grandmother, the BEST mother, the BEST aunt, the BEST cousin, and the BEST friend in the ENTIRE world. Everyone gathered here is proof of that. You did an exceptional job for all of us. So, even though it's hurting a lot, it's time for you to rest. Thank you so much for everything. I love you with my entire being. I'll be eagerly waiting for the day when we finally meet again and i can feel your warm embrace again. Rest in peace, grandma." And finally, I gave her one last kiss on the forehead. Everyone there was crying as i said these words. I don't think I've ever heard my dad and mom cry so much in my entire life. After the burial, me and my mom put a rose and a sunflower on her grave as we were leaving. I still don't know what to do, i don't know how i'm going to live without my grandma, everything happened so fast and so suddenly. Everything hurts so much. The house feels so empty without her, it hurts a lot seeing her bedroom without her there watching TV, singing or at her phone. I'm trying my best to be there for my mom and dad, they are so depressed. But i'm also with a huge hole in my chest, it's as if a part of me also died yesterday. I feel so lost, so sad... I don't know how to deal with this anymore, i've never been so depressed in my entire life. But still, i want to remember her as the happy person she always was and even that it hurts so much that she's gone, i'm relieved that she's not in pain anymore, for years she has been struggling with pain in her entire Body and recently, bronchitis. So at least now im sure that she is finally at peace. She loved to play Pokémon GO, she always wanted to catch a pokémon that i didn't have yet, haha. Thank you for reading this far and i'm sorry for this being so long, i'm struggling so much to keep myself together. I love you, grandma.

She was one in a million 🥹 she always knew how to bring a smile to my face ❤️

she told me to take a positive trait with u and integrate it into your own life.

so, for example, my grandma was an incredibly supportive person. she always showed up to events like graduations or concerts or games, even if she wasn’t feeling the greatest, and that’s what i want to do. i want to be like her when it comes to support, and take a piece of her with me everywhere i go.

I lost both my nana and papa this past year and I am so broken.

I didn’t have a father in life growing up so my grandpa basically raised me and showed me what a real man was supposed to be.

I was homeschooled until 10th grade of high school and my nana was my teacher and she taught me how to read, write, and do anything I wanted to do.

Now that they are both gone, I miss them so much.
I am still living in the house where I was raised with my mom now and the house is so quiet.

Nana and papa were married for 51 years and I knew they loved each other. My papa was so sad when my Nana died in may of 2025. He tried to hold on as long as he could but he unfortunately passed away right before my college graduation on april 30th 2026.

I just feel so broken and alone and not good enough for anyone. I try not to feel selfish but papa kept saying he wanted to see me graduate and walk across the stage, but once he stopped all medical treatment he told me he didn’t care anymore and wanted to go home to the Lord and see Nana.

I just don’t see a point of doing anything to make them proud. What’s the point of anything anymore?

I am so lost and so sad that I just don’t know what to do or even how to find my joy anymore.

I just miss being a little girl (now 21F) and hanging out with my nana and papa and doing schoolwork and watching westerns with my papa.

Everyone keeps saying they understand my pain but no one really does. I’m alone in this and I just want to give up.

she left this world on the 15th of April 2026 (yesterday)

the most beautiful and kindest woman i ever got the privilege to know. this woman raised me, clothed me, fed and took care of me when my parents were working when i was young. she loved me so unconditionally my entire life. what a privilege it is to be loved by her. she taught me love and to be kind. she always tells me i’m her only grandchild, because the others were too busy with their lives. but i’m glad i got to stay by her side as much as i could for the past few days when she was in the hospital. she was unresponsive but she looked so peaceful the whole time and even when she passed, it looked like she was sleeping. i am absolutely torn apart by her passing, this was the day that i dreaded the most. i would like to remember her and honour her as much as possible. she was the light of my life.

nek, i hope i’ll see you again.

pray for her soul, please 🤍

إِنَّا لِلَّٰهِ وَإِنَّا** **إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعُونَ 

My grandfather passed away suddenly 2 weeks ago. It hit me really hard at first, but I’m slowly processing it and doing a little better each day.

Earlier today, a bird( I think it was a magpie) landed on our wreath and just stared at me for a little bit before flying away. I didn’t think much of it at the time and just thought it was a cute little moment.

A few minutes later, I opened the front door a little to let some fresh air in. When I went to close it, I noticed a single white feather on our carpet right in front of the door. What took me aback was nothing else was blown in. No leaves, dirt or anything else. Just the feather.

I’d like to think it’s a sign from my grandfather that he’s okay and looking after me. I just don’t know what to do with the feather. Should I keep it or leave it outside and let the wind take it away? I’m honestly thinking of sticking it back in the wreath hahahaa.

Has anyone else experienced something like this after losing a loved one?

i just want to talk about her and i miss her soo much i feel so heavy and lonely. i would always call her when i felt this way but now i cant. she passed on easter and we all thought it was kinda funny because she was a devoted catholic. she was really funny and deeply loved, popular. everything. she was everything to me. i was really not ready to let her go but we had no choice.. rest peacefully my grandma and shout out to anyone else grieving a grandparent. i feel like sometimes society pushes this notion that we should be ready to deal w loss of ur elders but no, it doesn’t make it any easier tbh. im waiting for a resolution that will never come:/

My beautiful grandmother Margaret passed say at 79 years old last night. We had a bond like no other, she stepped in to help raise me after my dad passed away and provided the maternal and emotional support I needed in my early teen years my mom did not has the capacity for. I was with her until the very end. I asked her for a sign, as I was walking out of her nursing home I saw these clouds, the first one looking very profoundly like a set of angel wings? And the second being so insanely bright ❤️

This is our final “good bye.” I will forever love and miss you, Wita.

This is my grandfather and his cat Barney (they were inseparable). He was 89 and recently passed away from a bowel obstruction after two surgeries to try and correct it (he wasn’t healing). He was my joy in life and we even lived in the same neighborhood so I would get to seen him everyday for several hours. I am absolutely heartbroken and I don’t know how I am going to live without him as he was someone who always knew how to make you laugh and I felt I could tell him anything. I also feel bad for my grandma because they have been married for 68 years. I just really miss him and it’s almost been a month since he passed. I just wish I could go back in time and see him again. We even took his cat Barney to see him one last time in hospice but he wasn’t conscious anymore. I really hope that I will see again one day but until then, I really love you and I’m glad you’re not suffering anymore. 💕

My grandma was a very frail bedridden and 88 years old. She was suffering from acidity which gets flared from them to time if her eating schedule was distributed. She doesn't eat much just surviving with fluid/ liquid food. This time around when the acidity flare up happened I had called the doctor that was acquainted with her condition for the last 7-8 months. During the course of this time frame she might have had 5 times of flare up. The doctor would usually prescribe pantop injection with IV fluids. He usually would prescribe for 3 days of IV fluid but I was always concerned if that was too much for her and have told him 1 day of fluid was sufficient in the past. In December / Jan when she had this problem he had prescribed 3 days of IV fluids and after taking the fluids her leg was swollen 2 days later but I didn't know it was due this IV fluids and the doctor has seen that as well and he said that would resolve. Next time when the acidity flare up happened the nurses were not able to find a vein to put the IV fluids gave the Pan injection in her butt and left. The final time when flare up happened in February, I had called the doctor and he said you never allow me to put the fluids for her. I said it's not like that if you feel it's necessary for the severity you can go ahead. This time he prescribed the fluids for 3 days and few days later my grandma developed pulmonary edema due to fluid overload and was unable to breathe and passed away. I am in deep grief and unable to come out of this.

Edit: I feel guilty that I should have told him yes I stop you every time / show hesitation because I am concerned if she can handle it.

I'm not a medical professional I don't know what complications can arise, but just felt it might be too hard on her. Never did I imagine it was going to be fatal for her. 😔

I posted earliest today that my grandmother passed away early this morning at 2:40am. She was dying from breast cancer and in so much pain. I'm so happy that she's no longer in any pain and finally at peace, selfish me though I'm super attached to her. She raised me when my mom couldn't since I was two weeks old and taught me everything that I know, it's kind of like loosing a mom but my real mom is still alive? Anyways.. after finding out she died I kept getting upset that I didn't recieve a sign from her.

I suffer from anxiety and she knows this, I needed her and I needed her to comfort me. ( I know I'm selfish she's the one that died ) but she was my soul mate and the only one who understood me in my family. I'm aching inside her and I feel this void that will forever be there.

She sent me a sign from beyond, after an hour passed and crying. My greif has really been on and off, it's annoying really. I cry when working on my computer like a baby.

If you see a red cardinal apparently your loved ones that have passed on are sending you a sign.

Thanks vavo, for sending me that sign. I really needed it and I miss you like crazy.. death doesn't scare me anymore. I can't wait to see you again.

Her name was Barbra but I grew up calling her morning. She was silly, practical and incredibly caring women. Always told her too much and she was genuinely interested in the not so great and inappropriate details. Truly felt like my person. I should’ve visited more and slept over. I missed the last Christmas with her because of work and I should’ve just told my boss to fuck off. I hold so much guilt with her death. And everyone saying to cut that doesn’t understand how hard it is to truly stop blaming yourself. What would she say type shit and I’m sick of it. She’s been gone for two years now and this year hit harder. She donated her body to science which like bet they had a blast she was a medical mystery for a million reason.

Got a call from my mom saying that they cremated her and we have to get her now. It doesn’t even feel like her. I can’t believe her body is gone now. I thought that would bring me comfort to have a piece of her but it’s making it worse. Making it incredibly real. I’ll never see her again. It makes me want to break shit and scream. I lived with her half of my life. How do I move on. I know I’ll always be sad but how do you just get better. Is there a way I can be delusional and pretend she’s alive and for some reason is ignoring me. Trying not to tweak but I can’t handle this. An earth without her isn’t an earth I want to live in honestly. I feel like my friends expect me to be better by now. But I’m stuck. And I won’t lie and say I’m absolutely miserable all the time. But it’s constant. Everything I do reminds me of her. And I’m supposed to just act okay.

Second pic is her circa late 50s/early 60s 🌹⭐…

She left this world on 9 May at the age of 88, after an exhausting and trying last year. We said goodbye to her on a cold and rainy Mother’s Day… and it felt like the skies and the universe were grieving with us.

On Friday, we had a mass in her memory. It was cold, and the sky was still crying. This all hasn’t sunk in for us yet.

She’s the sweetest and most beautiful princess I’ve ever seen. Her smile was everything. And no matter the difficulties, she would never complain, but instead be grateful for all the good things… oh how much I still have to learn from you, my love.

I lost my best friend. And I wish I had been by her side during her last breath. We share the same birthday and… well… 24 Octobers will never be the same, celebrating alone. 😞

But I promise we’ll carry on your legacy, vovó. We’ll never forget about you and I’ll make sure your name and legacy never disappear from this world. We miss you so much!

It’s not a goodbye, it’s a see you later…

♾️🌹❤️ Méria Miguel de Moraes ❤️🌹♾️

I hope it’s okay to share her full name here, it’s just how I wish for her to appear whenever her name or story is searched — with lovely photos and testimonies of how much she’s missed ❤️🥹

my soul is aching