These stories are amazing to read.
Both my my grandparents passed away almost exactly a year ago for completely unrelated things and I didn't think them of them loved me for my whole life until right before they passed away because of years of issues with my parents, aunts, uncles that I don't want to go into. I will say there was verbal and emotional abuse involved. Basically I always assumed they (especially my granddad) hated me and my siblings and referred my cousins over us. I felt like such a black sheep for so many years that I didn't want to visit my grandparents very often.
Well, first my granddad had a stroke and was in and out of healthcare facilities. At one point he was moved back to his house where I went to visit one particular day. He was very sick at this point. He had lost a lot of weight, couldn't walk, could barely talk, and had to be fed. I was in the room just talking with him and prayed for him a little bit. He held my hand tight for a good 5 minutes and just looked at me and smiled. From that moment on I made a conscious choice to fully forgive him for anything I had blamed him for. He only lived 6 months after that but when he did pass, there was a sense of peace about it.
As for my grandmother, I'm so glad I could spend the last couple of her years with her the way that I did. She got to see me cut off half of my hair thanks to BHM.
I learned how her and my granddad met, how her parents were, and how things were when she was a girl. She helped me figure out how to sew and most importantly, we were able the talk about the Lord. When I visited, I would talk to my cousin about things like modesty and holiness. My grandma would sit there and smile. I was a smart-mouthed agnostic kid so I'm glad she could witness me as a adult living for God. She would be proud of me tying to start my own business.