Sherry,
I understand your sadness at the death of you Grandmother and how the anniversaries can be difficult as you remember the details of her life and her death.
You have my deepest sympathy and please know I have lived first hand the very same thing but it was my Father, my stepmother and my sister that I had to make the same decisions you had to. Being the POA is heartbreaking but as you did I had to honor their wishes even though I found it broke my heart.
Grief for me is like a roller coaster of ups and downs that is intense initially and gradually lessens as time passes. I feel very sad when the thoughts take over my feelings and thinking as one thought triggers all the other losses. I try to keep alive the memories of all the good times we shared and I am thankful I have good memories to get me through.
Remember grief has no time limit and let your feeling just come, shed tears and rcherish all the love you shared with your Grandmother whom I am know loved you dearly.
Dear Sherry ~ I would like to share with you the poem I have always held deep in my heart ~ it is the one poem I always dedicate to my son and it has helped me through even though it makes me cry, the tears are comforting. A friend gave it to me shortly after my son's death and I will always remember her kindness.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
I wish you peace,
Kindly,
Kitt