My grandma truly had a beautiful ending.
She was talking to my uncle, aunt, and her nurse. The nurse said how it was her first time hearing my grandma sound so lively and so conversant(this is what usually happens before death), and she looked so much better. She even said goodbye to my dad before he left for home.
She asked my uncle to itch her leg, lower and lower, to her toes, and while he was itching, she took her last breath very gradually.
In Islam, the angel of death starts taking a soul gradually from feet up.
After the ghusl was done and the shroud was put on, she was smiling. Subhn'Allah!
May Allah grant her jannatul firdaus.
May Allah grant us a husnal khatima.