thisiswhoweare

Grandma Margaret Skorupski died this morning. Less than six months after Grandpa. She was just done living I guess, and stopped trying. No interests, no passions, no hobbies, no friends left, no desire to learn anything new, read any books or even be social. That, and no Grandpa... But they'd been practically roommates for the past 30 years. Separate bedrroms even. The only reason they stayed married so long was because their faith forbade divorce. I know they disapproved of mine.
I'm feeling rather dispassionate about it, it's probably going to hit me hard at some random point this week, and I'll be a wreck.

I really want a drink right now...