I should have seen this coming because of the way I was feeling. My great grandmother Irene passed away today. She had dementia. She could barely remember me. I think she was confusing me and my aunt because she asked how my daughter was. I barely saw her unless we had family get togethers, because we never took much time to go see them otherwise. I feel like my family is so distance from each other. As much as my grandma gets on my nerves she still my grandma. Iv’e pretty much to agree to disagree with her. As much as my family gets on my nerves a lot they have always been there for me, especially my mom.

Even though this is my step-great grandma she was more of a great grandma to me than my blood great grandma. Irene was an amazing person always so welcome of everyone’s company. She help my great grandfather in the worst time in his life. Through the divorce and his alcohol problem. Which was more than likely do the War. My family comes from a long line of War Veterans. They all deal with it differently. 

Even when she started to lose her memory and mind she would always talk to us. Even if it was the same thing over and over again. It broke my heart to see her face when we mention the name Dominic. Which was my great grandfathers name but also my grandfathers name. My grandfathers nickname was DeDE but we would call him Dominic sometimes. It was like even though my great grandfather died she still knew who he was. The look of heartbreak on her face would kill me. She would still talk about how much she missed him. Even though she could barely remember the rest of us. It stuck with me. That love could be that deep, so powerful and unforgettable. Something so beautiful, so real, but so painful when it’s gone.