She died in October of 1968 at the age of 86 or so.
I, 12 years old almost 13, was sent that morning off with the neighbor lady so that my mother could take care of things and buy a dark dress for the funeral.
I remember spending a good part of the day, must have been a Saturday, at the town library. I brought home two books both of which I read. One, by local newspaper writer Paul Benzaquin was called Holocaust and was about the terrible nightclub fire in Boston back in 1941 that killed 400+ people. The other book was a history of the battle of Tarawa in the Pacific.
When I remember my grandmother's passing I always think about the Boston nightclub fire and about the Marines fighting at Tarawa.