gumbercules81

children wake up, and hold your mistake up, before they turn the summer into dust

My grandmother died last night. This morning around 10:00 my mother called to tell me. It's been coming for a while now. She'd been suffering from terrible memory loss, and she was growing weaker and weaker. The last time I saw her was two summers ago when we visited family and friends across upstate New York. She had been in a nursing home in Ithaca, and one of my aunts had been visiting her daily. My grandmother knew my aunt because she came every day, but she didn't know who anyone else was. It was rather amusing, not even in a morbid way. She was showing lots of old pictures of my mother and her sisters to us, and telling us that these people were her relatives, and my mother said, "I'm in those pictures." And my grandmother gave her a funny look but then went right on showing us pictures. I'm not going anywhere for anything. When Mom called today she said I don't really need to do anything aside from what I had already planned on doing, so it doesn't mean making a ten hour drive to a memorial service. I've been waiting for this to happen for a while now, and it finally has, and I've been in a numb state all day. I haven't really found anyone to open up to about it yet, so this is the first anyone has heard. I feel better about it already. It's just, you know this is going to happen eventually but when it does you don't know how to react. It just is. The lower branches of the family tree survive to flourish.