Last Tuesday my grandma Ellen died. She was 98, almost 99. Less than two weeks ago she was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and put on hospice. I saw her on Friday and Monday night and both times she looked the same--non-responsive and looking like it was a little difficult to breathe despite the extra oxygen she was on. After watching her abilities decline for several years and feeling like her quality of life has not been that great, I don't feel sad about her passing. Her husband died almost 25 years ago and her parents and siblings have all died. She was always pleasant company but her life seemed lonely despite our efforts to visit and bring her places. I feel certain that she is much happier being reunited with her loved ones who have passed on. So yesterday we had her funeral and burial. I was impressed with the number of her grandchildren that came. At the time of her death, she had 39 grandchildren, 110 great-grandchildre...