End of an Era

My Grandmother, Anne

 

My father called me again with that tone of voice. Grammy died last night from a stroke. Alzheimer's took over quite a few years ago now, and she had been having some serious health issues in the past few months, had fallen several times- the usual ailments of those to 90. Aunt Carol had been the primary advocate for Grammy since this all started to happen- the only one who was local in Pittsburgh. It's been tough on her, but she'd been The Pillar of Strength.

Anyway, I know what happens next, I just don't know when I'll be in Pittsburgh. I'm... just here. Can't do anything, can't help. I wish I was already at my parents' house baking cookies or something.

Can this please stop for a while? A month or two? .... No? Yeah, I thought not.

A blanket of thank you

I thought I could keep up with responding individually to all my kind friends. Perhaps I can find that energy later, but right now-- Thank you. I'm doing as well as one can be considering I'm several hundred miles away from my parents, several thousand from much of my extended family. Dad's off to Pittsburgh to help Carol deal with the aftermath/paperwork and until then, we're all just waiting to hear when the next thing, since we know the what of the next thing.

I've been at work and some have said: "go home." And do what? Wait there by myself. Instead I did menial and manual things here waiting for a phone to ring. (or buzz).

So, thank you. I feel loved and supported.