swingkitten

My paternal grandmother died yesterday of a massive stroke and brain hemmorhage.

It's a good thing I hate that side of the family.
Even so, I hope she didn't suffer, and I'm trying very, very hard to remember any pleasant memories I have of her. No luck so far, but I'm nothing if not persistent.

Actually talked to my father on the phone yesterday about all of this, he was crying. I have never, ever heard or seen my dad cry. Odd that it happens after me not seeing him for five years or so; it kind of ruined the moment.

More later.