My grandmother died this morning.
The weird thing is that I'm pretty sure I saw her in my bathroom last night. It was 4:45am and I tend to hallucinate when I'm exhausted. But I saw something out of the corner of my eye when I was brushing my teeth. A flutter, a gauzy flash reflected behind me in the mirror. And I thought of her.
Then, this morning I got the call.
I was very briefly trying to figure out a way to go to the funeral. Get a nurse for a whole day and maybe leave early morning and come back that night. Maybe bring the wee one to see his cousins for the day.
But it's all impossible. Too much money, no nurses.
No time. And what if something happened with Ike-a-saurus while I was gone?
This is the only funeral of all my grandparents that I will have missed. I guess that's because I'm old now and have my own problems – a testament to her for living so long!
We love you, Mudder. We miss you. Go dawgs.