Dancing in Heaven

I don't want to say this is a sad, so I'll say different note.
My grandma Scofield passed away in late September. She came down from my uncle's house in American Fork to live with us when school started and we expected to have her for at least a few months before she passed but I guess Grandma decided she didn't want to wait that long. So about three weeks in to her living with us she decided one morning she didn't want to get out of bed and in four days she was gone. It was bitter sweet.
Grandma has been switching off living with us and my uncle for the past few years, switching every six months. And I'll admit, with her deteriorating memory it was a little hard to always be around her. I feel terrible now when I look back and realize all the things I didn't do to help her or just to be there for her. When she came in August, I knew that I needed to change that and to be there for her every second that I could. I'm really happy that I did that and I felt my bond with Grandma grow so much in that short time.
When she went down my mom and I switched off sitting with her and holding her hand and talking to her. I think there was maybe three or four hours that whole time where one of us wasn't by her side, and that was only because mom and I both had school.
We read Grandma her old love letters between her and Grandpa before they got married. Nobody had ever read these before other than the two of them. They were beautiful, and I cried at almost every one. People don't talk that way anymore.
I got to watch her pass at four in the morning when she died. It was so sweet and special. I've always been very cynical about dying at an old age, now I can't think of a better way to go. I've never seen a greater look of peace on anyone's face than on her's when she left this life and joined her sweetheart and her parents in the next. It was beautiful, and something I'll never forget.
The experince of being there with Grandma also made me think of some new fields in nursing I might like to check out. With my outlook on geriatrics and death being so awful, I've never considered that as a field of interest. Then I got to work with HOSPICE at my house and I realized that I actually enjoyed it. I'm not sure that I want to work for HOSPICE or in geriatrics but it has given me some surprisng insight that I would probably have never gotten before. Trials really do give you perspective and blessings that you can't even begin to imagine. 
Her funeral was a very sweet goodbye. It was surprisingly hard for me though. It is a lot different to say a goodbye to someone who is warm and in a bed rather than cold and in a casket. My cousins, mom, and aunt made it beautiful though and I helped with what I could.
Random blurb of information which I feel kinda bad about now, I skipped out on a little of the viewing so the mortiton could take me to go see the lab with the bodies. It was way cool, even if it did make me a little sick when I realized what I was seeing. I higly recommend the experience, just maybe not at a loved one's viewing/funeral.
I love Grandma, I'm so happy for her and all of the things she gets to do now. I know she is dancing in Heaven.