I got a call this evening telling me that my grandmother passed away early this morning.
She had Alzheimer’s, and had developed moderate dementia. To be perfectly honest, the grandma I remember has been gone for a few years.
This was also not a surprise. Grandma broke her arm a few months ago, badly enough to require surgery. She developed MRSA in the wound, and never fully recovered.
The funeral is tenatively planned for approximately 2 weeks from now. I will not be able to go, because it is near the end of the semester, and the funeral will be accross the country for me. I do not travel well, because of my disability.
I feel…very odd. In a way, it is a relief and a kindness. My grandmother has been marking time since her husband died 3 1/2 years ago, and I think that even if there is not a heaven in which they are now united, she is at least no longer suffering.
So if I am not on top of responding to comments, and don’t post much, for the next few weeks…well, my grandmother died, the semester is nearly over, and my boyfriend and I are looking for an apartment. I’m just a little stressed right now.