My grandmother passed away last night. Not the one that lives next to me, but the one that lives in Charleston with my aunt. The last time I saw her was last week, Christmas morning, actually. I suppose that's as good a time as any. I don't know. I feel bad that I don't feel as bad as I should, but I can't really control that. It's hard when I've been expecting it for so long. She'd been hanging by a thread for so long, had so many brushes with death, and a long life. It was her time, I guess.
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