My grandmother passed away about a half-hour ago, at 1201am. 

However, in the past week all her children came to see her.  This included Duckey, Momzerduck's younger brother (JDuck is her "baby brother"), who I've only met once before even though he lives just up the road in Milwaukee.  A couple of other assorted family members stopped in as well (we're actually a very small family; her visitors made up a substantial percentage of us).

She never regained consciousness after her stroke 10 days ago, but up until a couple of days ago, she still had some reaction to some external stimuli.  Thursday, however, she stopped reacting to pain (to be clear: she was a diabetic, and her feet had large sores on them.  When the nurses changed the dressings on her feet, she would grunt or twitch.).

The nurse that was with her at the end said that my grandmother made the transition from being alive to not being alive very quickly, with nary a sound or complaint.

While I'm not a Believer, my grandmother was.  Because of that, I hope that she's truly in a better place, in the hands of the Lord she believed in.

Everybody, have some pierogi and kielbasa today if you can... she would have wanted it that way.  Thank you all for your words and actions of support.

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