Yesterday afternoon my dad called to tell me that my grandmother, who I hadn’t seen since my mom’s funeral, passed away. Â They lived in upstate NY and she’s been very sick for a long time–dementia and she spent the last ten days or so in a coma. Â Dad’s having pretty major surgery on Friday so I won’t be heading to NY. Â My grandmother was one of five children and the oldest. Â Her father had already burried three children and his first wife by the time she was born. Â They said grandma was so tiny and fragile she wouldn’t make it and so they kept her in a roasting pan right next to the stove to keep her warm.
Obviously she lived. Â :D And now she’s in heaven with my grandfather and my mom. Â I’m thinking that’s a pretty good place to be.