I keep picturing a Tetris game, where you complete a row and it ker-thunks down and that row falls off into a digital void.
The loss of the last of my grandparents feels like that row ker-thunking away. There is no bringing it back, and the game keeps pushing on. If you stop, everything piles up into a chaotic, frantic mess. But the loss of that row is a little scary. It implies that the next row, my parents, are next. Then I’m up.
And the game pushes inexorably on.