My grand-mother, from my mother’s side passed away a few hours ago. A heart attack, was what got her. She dies almost a year after his husband died. I had promised to visit her late last year while she was still grieving her husband’s death. I never kept my promised. Even though I know that death is certain, I foolishly thought that she would always be here, even though she was old. Like everybody else, I took her for ranted not acknowledging that death is so certain that, everybody I love will be dead someday but death is a liberator, freeing us from life’s struggles. I take solace in the fact that she is finally resting.