Sad

My grandmother died. Considering that up until about ten days ago she was living in her own apartment, taking care of herself, and being happy and independant, I think she had a pretty good death. I hope that when it's my time to go, I do it that way--quickly, with not a lot of time ill and in the hospital.

My daddy, of course, is devastated. And his sisters and my mom. I feel pretty bad, too. I'm flying home tomorrow for the services and to be with my family.