My grandma is dying.
I’m throwing random crap onto the internet to distract myself, but the Fact of the Day is, my grandma is dying.
She’s 95 and, until a year ago, hadn’t been in the hospital since delivering her youngest kid. All her current medical issues boil down to “she’s never been sick a day in her life and everything’s just worn out.” She’s a wonder, and I’m unspeakably lucky to have had her in my life for nearly FIFTY years and been her ‘precious first’ of the grandkids.
But… that’s all just facts.
It’s my grandma and I’m stuck in Colorado and I’m basically eight years old and trying not to cry in school, right now.
Nothing makes sense and I keep finding myself staring out the window at nothing.