Going Under (Just When I Thought I Reached the Bottom)

My sister and I were always particularly close to my 'Granny' (maternal grandmother). Since my 'Granddaddy' (As we called him) was always working, she was always there to spoil us; whether we needed it or not. We thought the world of her, as well as she did/does us. After Granddaddy's passing, we needed each other now more than ever. At the time, me and my sister had thought that she was the strongest woman alive, but little did we know that we were the strongest muscle she had. A year and a half eventually passed, and my grandmother was finally done mourning. As me and my sister grew older, we eventually grew away from Granny, little by little, not always there to keep her company. Eventually, she began to seep the company of others. One inparticular was more company than I, or my sister could handle.
A guy whose name I won't mention, came to my Granny's side as a friend, at least...that's what we thought. We began to notice that Granny and her friend were spending more time together. Me being young and naive about the matter, had no clue what was going on. My sister though, already a freshman in high school was no fool. The story began that the friend--we'll just call him 'Friend'--had sold his home and was looking for an apartment, but in the meantime, needed a place to stay. Conviently enough, Granny had a guest room in which he stayed until he found a place to stay. Days grew into weeks, and weeks grew into months, until he had been looking for this apartment for a year. At this point, it was obvious that it was more than looking for an apartment...they were a 'couple'. The fact that 'our' Granny gave her attention to 'Friend' rather than her own grandchildren, felt like betrayal comparable to none other than Stonewall Jackson. He had taken our Granny.
Come Christmas, Granny announced that they were getting married. This was devastating; not only to me or my sister, but to my parents, to my uncles, to my aunts, and unfortunatly my little cousins. But it was unavoidable. How does one tell their own grandmother that they think she should be a widow the rest of her life, for the sake of her dead husband? We simply couldn't. It would break her heart, and it would break ours.