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My grandma is 82. Not so old for having grandkids over forty and an 8 year old great grandchild. She survived having half of a lung removed due to cancer about 1 and 1/2 years ago. Now she's not likely to make it much longer. I'll probably never get to see her again. We'll know more for sure tomorrow. Due to rifts between my mother and pretty much everyone who is part of her family (except my perfect brother, perfect sister, and perfect nephew), I won't have any chance of making it to her wake. I'm sad. Sad for my mom who deep down really loves her mother, sad for my daughter never really knowing her great-grandmother, sad for my large extended family who have already seen so much death and disease this year, and sad because my grandma is special to me. How many grandmothers pass stinky gas, then laugh and joke about it? She can't cook well, but her hugs were like a bear. She's a little bright ray of light in such a dark terrifying world. I'm not ready for her to go yet.