How bitter the news is sometimes, I'm so sorry for everything that happened, I hope you're okay, while I was reading this I had to stop myself from crying too... It brings back memories.

I have very beautiful memories of my grandmother, she raised me for many years too, when we didn't have a home. And she always took care of me and my sister when they were little. My parents couldn't give me money every day for school lunch, and I remember that my grandmother would secretly take money from her small pension to give me something so I could buy a snack at school 😄.
(And she would spend hours without eating, or without buying a single piece of clothing)
My grandmother taught me to play my first song on the piano, and she was happy with me giving her her favorite perfume, a simple cologne from the pharmacy 🤓🎹. She taught me generosity and strength, among many other things. I feel like I'm a little deluded sometimes (or crazy), but when I miss her (or my mom too) I feel her energies, in all the beautiful things they left us, her remix song to put the kids to sleep, or making some fries at 4pm, it has the taste of grandma's house. "Those loves are more than loves." They are always with us.

I send you hugs. Take care, take your time.