- Joined
- Jul 2, 2021
My grandmother passed this morning. 96 years old, hell of a run. Full life, got to see her children and grandchildren grow up, and even lived to see the early years of some great-grandchildren. She'd been ailing for some time, but after beating the coof back around Thanksgiving, her body was just spent. All done. She wasn't conscious when she went, and she wasn't in pain, so I suppose I can be thankful for that. And I got to talk to her on the phone last week. But I'm still depressed.