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My grandmother - my dad's mother - died yesterday morning. This is the same grandmother that had gone in the hospital back at the end of May, prompting my dad to made an emergency trip out to England where she'd been living with my aunt. She made a surprise recovery that time, though my dad and aunt had to find a convalecent home for her after she got out of the hospital, as she really needed more round-the-clock care. Anyway, she passed away in her sleep yesterday.
I was actually never close to her - and in fact, given her derogatory attitude towards my mother and especially my sister, I never wanted to be close to her. So, I don't really feel any direct effects of her passing away. My dad was pretty shaken yesterday afternoon though. I think everyone has been expecting this for a while; aside from her recent hospital stay, she *was* 97 years old. But even so, it wasn't easy for him. He seemed to feel better later in the day, though, going out and working on getting the pool going. I put together leftovers for dinner, and we ate out in the back yard. I also picked another batch of blackberries, and made a berry crunch this time. Today we might go out for a bike ride or a hike... if we can get enough motivation going.
I was actually never close to her - and in fact, given her derogatory attitude towards my mother and especially my sister, I never wanted to be close to her. So, I don't really feel any direct effects of her passing away. My dad was pretty shaken yesterday afternoon though. I think everyone has been expecting this for a while; aside from her recent hospital stay, she *was* 97 years old. But even so, it wasn't easy for him. He seemed to feel better later in the day, though, going out and working on getting the pool going. I put together leftovers for dinner, and we ate out in the back yard. I also picked another batch of blackberries, and made a berry crunch this time. Today we might go out for a bike ride or a hike... if we can get enough motivation going.