The last time I saw my grandma was a couple of months before she died of cancer. She was still functioning pretty well then, living in her senior's apartment - but slowing down. We knew it wouldn't be long.
My aunt was driving my husband and I to the airport. I was in the back seat with grandma. We held hands for the ride out, and she told me she was going to miss me. She meant it. I believe she felt that she would miss people she wouldn't see again (or until they joined her - which is what she believed), as much as we would miss her.
My aunt was driving my husband and I to the airport. I was in the back seat with grandma. We held hands for the ride out, and she told me she was going to miss me. She meant it. I believe she felt that she would miss people she wouldn't see again (or until they joined her - which is what she believed), as much as we would miss her.