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Months before my grandmother’s death I began writing her eulogy in my head. She was old and slowly deteriorating. Like all living things, she was withering.

She was a strong woman throughout most of my life.

The day of her death I typed that eulogy. Its contents imply that I had intended to share it as a blog post when I wrote it, though this was before I was using Medium on a regular basis and during a…