My grandma died

On Sunday, my mother took her mom to the emergency room.  On Tuesday, the doctors said she was going to die.  And they we waited.  We waited as her breathing slowed, my mother next to her, me many miles away.  We waited as her heart rate changed.

And then, this morning, while at work, I found out that she had died.  After 4 days of dying she finally died.

And she had 95 years, some good, some bad, but the good definitely outweighed the bad.

And here I sit, at work, waiting to go home so that I can finally cry.  So that I can finally mourn her.  So that I can hug my husband and get his love in return.

Death sucks.

Here's to you Grandma, may you rest in peace and may your heaven be everything you imagined and more.