Brandon's Puppy

Rest in peace, Abuela

I'm trying to think of a way of writing this, rather than just blurting it out. My (paternal) grandmother just died, about an hour ago, and I can't string a sentence together to properly pay tribute to her. Please forgive this post if it lacks coherence and order. I just need to get this down, while it's fresh.
We were expecting it, she'd been very sick for the last few months. She was in the hospital about a month ago. The doctors ran all sorts of tests and everything was negative. They could find nothing that ailed her, except old age. She turned 94 in April, and though she seemed tired and had shortness of breath, she allowed us to throw her a big party, surrounded by her four children, their respective spouses, six grandchildren and their respective spouses, 8 great-grandchildren (with two more on the way), and so many other people that loved and appreciated her.
I saw her last about three weekend ago. She was home, in the comfort of her room, and while she's been suffering from dementia, there were moments of clarity. The boys were with me, and she told me to take them to the kitchen and give them some cookies. Brandon was afraid of the machines in her room, and needed to be coaxed to go in and say hi, but I wanted her to see him and Matty while she was still lucid.
This past Sunday, my dad told me he went by to visit with her on Saturday. She was in and out all day, but before he left she said to him, "saludame a los niños". Say hi to the kids for me.
Two days later, she's gone.

Descanza en paz, abuelita. Te queremos mucho.