So, Friday's quick update was right. My grandmother passed away Saturday afternoon.
The emotions are hitting me in spurts. After my dad's call, I really broke down, even though I was expecting it. And yesterday, I was looking at photos (not the smartest thing I've ever done) and just kind of started to cry.
Brett's been really great with comforting me. It actually worked out pretty much perfectly--he's on his man-strul cycle right now (aka, he's emotional), so he's been very huggy. Just what I need :)
I know she's much happier now. My PawPaw died almost 2 years ago (Aug. 2012), and she was a wreck. They'd been married for 63 years when he went. He was the one to cook and take care of her, because her eyesight wasn't good. And after he was gone, it wasn't the same having people come in to keep her company during the day, or for her daughters to stay at night.
My mind, of course, wants to skim over what's going on right now, so I'm thinking of what happens next. What happens to the house? I want it to stay in the family, but there's no one I can think of who really needs the house. What about all the stuff there? (and there's a shit-ton, I'm telling you) And because I live so far away, will I get anything to remember them by besides my memories? Then I start to feel selfish...
I'm just completely done with thinking about it. Focusing on other things until I get there. I will be immersed in it all then, so trying to relax now.
The emotions are hitting me in spurts. After my dad's call, I really broke down, even though I was expecting it. And yesterday, I was looking at photos (not the smartest thing I've ever done) and just kind of started to cry.
Brett's been really great with comforting me. It actually worked out pretty much perfectly--he's on his man-strul cycle right now (aka, he's emotional), so he's been very huggy. Just what I need :)
I know she's much happier now. My PawPaw died almost 2 years ago (Aug. 2012), and she was a wreck. They'd been married for 63 years when he went. He was the one to cook and take care of her, because her eyesight wasn't good. And after he was gone, it wasn't the same having people come in to keep her company during the day, or for her daughters to stay at night.
My mind, of course, wants to skim over what's going on right now, so I'm thinking of what happens next. What happens to the house? I want it to stay in the family, but there's no one I can think of who really needs the house. What about all the stuff there? (and there's a shit-ton, I'm telling you) And because I live so far away, will I get anything to remember them by besides my memories? Then I start to feel selfish...
I'm just completely done with thinking about it. Focusing on other things until I get there. I will be immersed in it all then, so trying to relax now.