My grandmother passed away this afternoon at 12:45 Tucson time. Though she was 77 and lived a full life, I wish we had more time with her, as a whole generation of memories has gone with her. My sister and I got two hours of her recounting her life and times on video back in November, but I hoped to do a few more sessions.
Good-bye, grandma. We love you, and we hope you've reunited by now with Grandpa George. We hope to see you again when our time is up, as we miss you already. Please watch over your great-grandchildren, as they are already VERY sad that they were not able to see you again before you passed.
The funeral is in about ten days, so sometime next week the girls and I will head off to Arizona. The positive aspect of this sad event is that grandma was well loved. I expect a packed house, and in particular many family members from all over the country that I haven't seen since I was a kid, and that my kids of never met.
Update, 11:15pm: The worst way to die (naturally)
I'm thinking when I go, I don't really want to know about it. I picked up dad at the airport tonight, and he tells me that grandma was sharp-minded 'til the end. Her body just gave out on her. That just has to be the suckiest way to go naturally. While I don't generally like the idea of losing my wits, I'm not sure my wits would enjoy being all cooped-up in a largely non-functional body. Ignorance is probably most bliss at time of death. I'm so sorry grandma that you had to go that way.
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