As a journalist, I have interviewed parents whose kids have died in every possible way: suicide, car crashes, stabbings, drownings and overdoses. Each death was described as "tragic". There was nothing tragic or surprising about my grandma's death. At 93, it was perhaps overdue. Yet, there was something manifestly unjust about it. She was wasting away in front of her loved ones. It was an undignified, ungraceful end to a life that was lived with dignity and grace. I was angry.