About ten minutes ago, my grandmother passed away. She lasted about a week more than they had last given her. A fight to the end, and I'm sure she wouldn't have had it any other way. When I last spoke to her, morphine had been running through her system. It was hard for her to speak. I was afraid to call after that. Afraid that there would be less comprehension, less speech.
Originally, this post was going to be a dark journey into my mind. 2012 is not shaping up to be a wonderful year so far. Too many losses. Too much stress. And the way I woke up today was far from good, but in the end, I guess the post I was going to write and the way I woke up were mere harbingers to the day.