I gotta say...
So far, 2008 has not been so good. My grandma died this morning. And although it was expected, we were all taken a little off guard. She was very old and she didn't know most of us anymore, and she was unhappy a lot, so I can't say that I'm sorry she has passed. She outlived all her siblings, her husband, and even some of her children and grandchildren. It was her time to go. I thought it was fitting that she died on what would have been her 76th wedding anniversary.
My mom asked if I would call the funeral home and cemetery to make appointments for her and my aunt and all I could think was that someday I would be doing this for my own parents. And in that moment, I really and truly felt like an adult.
Icky.
In lighter news, and I have to talk about something fluffier or else I will get really depressed, the kitties did their best to cheer me up and Spike succeeded with his continuing determination to climb into all of my handbags:
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*hugs*
Thank you - we are trying to do it all quickly. My sister is the very best; between her and I, we are doing all the practical cleaning/calling/driving/gathering photos type stuff that Mom isn't quite up to handling. If I had to do all that by myself, I'd be pulling out my hair.
Spike is wicked smart! That kind of makes him a pain sometimes (when he gets bored, he wreaks havoc on the house) but it also makes him the most fun. I swear JP is training him for the circus or something...
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Mmmm, cookies...
Hee.