Yesterday, my husband's grandmother passed away. She was surrounded by her children, and some of her grandchildren. It's easy to think that we should be mourning, but as I broke the news to my sons, I realized we have to remember that she had been blessed with an extraordinary, long, and full life. Her death, as sad as is it, is the natural ending to that life.
Now, we all feel a variety of emotions about her passing, we need to remember that her influence is not gone. Her expectation that my husband could do something extraordinary helped put him on his career path. Her strict worldview caused his open and flexible one. Her instance on good manners touches three generations who are still alive. Compliments from her were hard-earned and precious, so the stamp of her approval on our parenting means a lot to us.
So, with love, we let her go to whatever existence she heads to, and we keep with us all of the many lessons we learned from her.