My grandmother was buried yesterday. She fell asleep a few days ago, shortly after her 93rd birthday. Unfortunately she had a vision and hearing loss in the last years and no longer participating in our world. She could not overcome the death of my uncle (her son - just after his 50th birthday) some years ago. Bitterness and waning courage culminated in stubborness and desire for death. I'm sure she received the death with joy and I hope she will now find peace