There is one beautiful book about death by N.D. Walsch, Home with God: In a Life That Never Ends. He introduces the idea that death is always chosen by the ones that go. Death is a choice, as much as life is. I found that although our human brain can’t grasp the totality of choice, this is by far the ultimate statement of choice. When my grandfather passed away, I knew he wanted to go. This is why I don’t fear death but at the same time feel an urgency to live as much as possible. I think your grandmother is very much alive and is your guardian and protector. But more so, she is a reminder to live every breath fully aware. Isn’t that beautiful? Thank you for sharing the story ❤