My grandma

Three years ago my grandma asked me to live with us. She was eighty eight years old and she was afraid every night because if she felt sick she was alone.
Living with my grandma was hard. She was healthy and she had a strong will and we often got angry. She ate what she wanted and she didn't want to have a shower so we used to argue.
Many times I regretted having her living with us because she didn't let me help her.
Three weeks ago she felt sick and suddenly everything changed. She put herself into my hands and she was sweet and tender. She caressed my hands and my face and I kissed her forehead everyday while I was caring for her.
Finally she passed away last Sunday and we all feel pain, my husband, my son and of course, my father.
Now we have to go through the bereavement.
After all our arguments, now I just remember her last love.
Rest in peace, grandma, I love you.