So, yeah, I’ve been kind of out of it for about a month or two. My spunky, zany little lady passed away last month following a few weeks of illness. I honestly hoped I’d have her around for another 96 years.
Speaking of which, it was strange when I told people that she had passed and that, yes, she was 96…
“Oh, but she had a long life!”
Yeah, but…she was still my grandmother. I still talked to her like any other family member. And just because you’re 96 doesn’t mean you’re not a person or loved by someone.
I guess it was kind of like saying “Duh, you shouldn’t be upset…she was old!”
I mean, is that what it’s come to? You hit a certain age and all of a sudden, you are deserving of death?
:Sigh: I only take it personally because I’m just upset that she’s not here anymore.
Point of this post being, I’ve been away for awhile, getting quiet, getting over and going up. Basically just growing the hell up and moving on with my life…that’s probably what Grandma would do.