My paternal grandmother died yesterday at age 98 after struggling with some form of dementia for the past couple of years. She was the last of my grandparents to go, I watched her slowly degenerate until she literally could not walk, talk, or do anything for herself. And having an uncle with dementia (my mom's brother) doesn't make me feel any better. Now both my parents are essentially orphans. Trying to process this is not easy. I've dealt with it twice before when my maternal grandmother died when I was 13 and my paternal grandfather died when I was 27. My maternal grandfather died before I was born, so I never knew him, yet I had one great-grandparent, my father's father's mother, alive until I was a year old. Now that whole generation of my family, the one that corresponds to what Tom Brokaw called "the Greatest Generation," the one that won World War II and gave birth to the Baby Boomers despite producing no Presidents, is gone. Of course it makes me sad, but it's a different kind of sad than any other kind of loss. It's not just one death; it's the end of an era.
How have you dealt with this when it happened to your family?
How have you dealt with this when it happened to your family?