My paternal grandma passed away...
Apr. 17th, 2013 08:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyofshadowMy husband came to my work earlier in the afternoon and let me know that my grandma on my father's side of the family had passed away. My mom got in touch with him after getting a call from my brother. Many thanks to my coworkers for holding down the fort as I broke into pieces back in the break room and many thanks for the covering librarians as I take some time off.
My younger brother found my grandma...back in 2006 he found my grandfather as well. The kid can't catch a break. He was living upstairs, with his girlfriend and daughter, helping to take care of her.
My dad, of course, is being an asshole. He doesn't live close by and my brother has essentially been caring for HIS mother. There's a whole complicated thing behind all this, but I digress.
My younger sister called me (she's 12 now) and was devastated. My dad threatened not to let her take off of school and I threatened to take a sword to him if he didn't let her. I explained to my sister when asked, "why did she have to die?" that she wasn't in pain anymore and that she was finally back with Papa. My grandma was getting radiation for leukemia, but no one was expecting her to go.
Steve and I already planned a DC trip for this weekend and we're not canceling that. I feel that visiting DC with all the memorials and LIVING is the best way to honor her and my grandfather's memory.
It has been a heck of a year so far. (I broke my dominant hand in February, it's fine now...but ugh, being in a cast was annoying)
It's a good thing I stocked up on tissues. I'm a bit of a mess.
My younger brother found my grandma...back in 2006 he found my grandfather as well. The kid can't catch a break. He was living upstairs, with his girlfriend and daughter, helping to take care of her.
My dad, of course, is being an asshole. He doesn't live close by and my brother has essentially been caring for HIS mother. There's a whole complicated thing behind all this, but I digress.
My younger sister called me (she's 12 now) and was devastated. My dad threatened not to let her take off of school and I threatened to take a sword to him if he didn't let her. I explained to my sister when asked, "why did she have to die?" that she wasn't in pain anymore and that she was finally back with Papa. My grandma was getting radiation for leukemia, but no one was expecting her to go.
Steve and I already planned a DC trip for this weekend and we're not canceling that. I feel that visiting DC with all the memorials and LIVING is the best way to honor her and my grandfather's memory.
It has been a heck of a year so far. (I broke my dominant hand in February, it's fine now...but ugh, being in a cast was annoying)
It's a good thing I stocked up on tissues. I'm a bit of a mess.
