The weird thing is, while I’m sad I’m not overly upset. I feel…well, I guess the thing is that I don’t actually know how I feel.
I hadn’t seen my grandma Grassie for quite some time, which is as much my own fault as anyone else’s. She’s been living in as assisted living facility for awhile now, but been doing generally okay. Late last week she took a turn for the worse, and at some point this week she passed on.
She was the last surviving grandparent that I had left. Rather than being all depressed and upset today, I find myself remembering the many times her and my grandpa would visit. They made a point of coming out every single year and spending weeks with us when he was alive…lots of good memories from those visits.
I guess that, more than anything else, it’s sort of another reminder that all of those family members that I have aren’t getting any younger. Hell, my parents are in their 60’s. Most of my aunts and uncles are in that age bracket as well. I guess it’s a reminder that I really should get off my ass and start spending time with people I want to spend time with, eh?
‘Lucky’ for most of you people reading, that quite possibly includes you. I am your blessing! Or something. This post has definitely gone in a very weird direction…
I guess the only way to really end this is just to say goodbye to my grandmother. You will be missed.





