Bereavement

there's one person I, when not totally engrossed in my own grief, thought had it worse than me when Bekah died. It was her paternal grandmother. This woman had survived the Holocaust, losing many, many family members, and then made a life and a family. She had 3 sons. I truly believe that she saw Bekah as the daughter she never had and adored her unconditionally. She's since passed on herself but I fully expect that the remainder of her life was spent in the shadow of grief.