My father's mother, and my last surviving grandparent passed away last week.  She was 92 years old.  I'll be attending her funeral tomorrow.  This was pretty rough on all of us, coming as it did shortly after the first anniversary of my Dad's passing.  I find myself wondering if I will always greet spring with sadness.  My Nana was a spirited character throughout most of her life, and I remember many happy afternoon visits with her when I was a kid.  I'll miss her.

Here's an obituary for my Nana.