My last living grandmother passed away this morning. It was peaceful, her illness had come on suddenly, and taken her fairly painlessly, which is a relief. My only regret is that I didn't know her better. Due to circumstances and distance, we spoke on the phone occasionally, which was nice. She was an artist, like my other grandmother, both of whom I hold responsible for my crafty and artistic inclinations. My dad also go the painting bug from her, and while neither of us grew up close to her, we clearly got that from her.
For that I am truly grateful, I will miss her, and I cherish that part of myself all the more with her gone.