Going Home

We found out within seconds of getting home from the weekend that my grandma passed away on Saturday. We knew what it was before we even heard the messages on the answering machine. This was coming for a good while.

She was 93 and this is really all she wanted to do. This is a blessing. Faith tells me she's with dad and grandpa now, and not confused or in pain any more.

There will be things to deal with this week. But I think first I will sleep. Cry? Well, maybe. Probably at a completely inappropriate time, if I do.