My Grandma passed away this afternoon. Last night I dreamt that she died, and apparently my instincts were dead on. It creeps me the hell out though. Apparently, the night I cried myself to sleep/had the nightmare about her was the night she slipped into a coma. So she went peacefully. Luckily she only had to deal with the cancer for 3 weeks and wasn't in pain. She lived a long and wonderful life too. After 90 years she was ready. I still wish I would have seen her... I was hoping she'd make it until Easter. I'm really glad that I got to talk to her on the phone though before she went. That's at least some comfort, as I didn't get to see her when I went home. I wont be able to go to the funeral either, which breaks my heart. My brother is going to be a pallbearer, which blows my mind. I'm really proud of him though. I'll be calling my family tomorrow and no doubt crying until I can't within the next few days. Hopefully I'll be able to write out some cards tonight. I'll probably start balling though. Matt gave me the wonderful idea of listening to some Douglas Adams to cheer myself. Oddly enough, Hitchhikers Guide seems like some damn good medicine...along with the 8 million pounds of comfort food I've amassed.
Cal is also very good medicine, as witnessed below. Hah. ♥
orange dzzt: man I love eating with chopsticks, they make eating food feel more like ninja eating food
ThpethalK: ahahaha... that is totally going in my livejournal.
orange dzzt: heh, but like the ONE time you catch a fly in your chopsticks
orange dzzt: is when you already had some food you wanted to eat in them
orange dzzt: so it's like "fuck off!!"?
orange dzzt: oops minus the accidental question mark