I found out just a few minutes ago that my grandmother died early this morning. It was very peaceful, and not unexpected. She was in the late stages of Alzheimer's Disease, and had stopped eating or taking her medicine, so we knew it was any time now. Though I felt like shit about it, I was praying earlier this week that she would go at least a few more days because I have this paper due. Life and death never coexist easily, I guess. I know she's feeling much better now, the fog is gone, the pain and helpless debility are gone. We're going to go up this weekend for the funeral on Monday. I have penciled in some time for grieving before then, but really, this is much less intense than when my grandpa died a few years ago. We've been mourning Grandma in small increments for years now. I think I said goodbye when I could look at her and know she didn't know who I was anymore. This just marks the end of her purgatory and the beginning of everything new.