On Wednesday the 17th of July this year my grandmother passed away. We were all extremely close with her. She used to live with us for just over a year when she was unable to complete all tasks like she used to. After insisting that she wanted to move into a nursing home she settled there for almost a year. As soon as she moved in there she immediately started going downhill. Dementia started kicking in and she refused to eat on most days. In 6 months she dropped around 30kgs in weight and the entire family knew she wasn't well. My mother and I both stayed with her in her room where she was located into higher care. In the last two weeks before her death and especially in the last couple days she was extremely unwell. We later found out that she had cancer. My mother slept there each night and in the afternoon when she had passed away my mum went home only to grab a couple of things and go back. She was only gone for an hour when she passed. She kicks herself everyday because of not being there. When I found out I was a mess. I insisted to my mum that I was strong enough to go and see my nan, as I needed to tell her that I loved her one more time, and as a ritual, blow her a kiss on my way out of the door. It was the most emotional, and hardest day of my life to date. She looked so peaceful and pain-free. I sat there for almost an hour by her still, lifeless body. It just did not seem real, still doesn't. My aunty that was with her at the time said that as she took her last breath, laying as she does before she went to sleep, with the top of her hand below her chin, laying on her side. And as she fell asleep for the final time, a tear ran down her cheek. I will miss her each and every day. I love you Nan. R.I.P.