My late grandmother was that way about “little Vi,” Viola. She came into this world and left it in 1921. Ninety years old when she died herself, and never forgot, still grieved quietly on certain special days, even though she was a jolly, busy woman who had no time for self-pity, otherwise, in herself or anybody else.
According to my Aunt and my Mother as she was dying she said she could see Jesus waiting for her and he had that baby beside him.
Not sure if she really saw that or was delirious but it was on her mind anyway.