My Grandmother, the woman who raised me, died Tuesday night rather unexpectedly. We all knew she was in poor health but we weren't expecting this. We hear about people who lose their grandparents and you feel bad for them, but when it happens to you you're never prepared. My grandparents are the only real parents I've ever had; I never knew my father growing up and my mother died when I was young. I don't think the reality of not having her here anymore has sunk in yet. It's easier to pretend she's at home, in her chair listening to her country music station.
