My Great Aunt died last Saturday. Though other members of the family have seen her more recently, I haven't seen her in a couple years. She was 97 years old. She was possibly one of the nicest people you could have known and was a good friend to my Mom when both were alive.
I suppose it was probably for the best since the years had increasingly gotten harder for her. I just dislike the thought that it was for the best. The world is a little darker because of the loss.