I just got a phone call from my dad. He was calling to let me know that his mother, my grandmother, passed away this morning.
I can’t really say this is a surprise – she was over 90 years old. Still, I could hear it in his voice – dad wants to go to the services, but I doubt he’s going to be in any shape to drive. Normally, I think I’d just send flowers, but I think I’m going to have to go so I can take him.
Boy, it’s been rough on our family the last few years. One of my cousins committed suicide, a step-cousin was hit by a train and killed, one of my aunts died (and a step-aunt died of renal failure due to diabetes), one of my nephews was killed in a car accident, my step-mom died of cancer, and now this.