When I'm Gone Just Carry On. Don't Mourn, Rejoice.

At 5:30 this morning we got the call that my grandmother wasn't breathing.
My grandfather woke up and when he went to check on her she had no pulse. The paramedics tried to get her to breathe again but they couldn't.
I mean, I can't believe she's really gone.

My mom slept over my grandfathers house tonight so that he wasn't alone and I stayed home with my brother.

My grandfather can't drive, and can't live alone. My great grandmother throws away her effing pills unless my grandma or her sister is there to make sure she takes them. My mom thinks we'll lose them both within the next year.

My grandmother died January 16, 2008. Her grandmother who she was really close to died January 16, 1971. Last time my grandma was in the hospital, she asked why we had brought her there, and saved her life. She told us she had seen her grandmother who had told her to come to heaven. My mom and aunt feel like the death of the same date means something good.

At 5:00 this morning, my uncle's hotel phone rang and when he answered it, there was just static. At 5:00 I randomly woke up. My grandpa found my grandma at around 5:10, and they think she had just died. Freaky.

Rory was going to come to the service. But it's planned for Wednesday and he'll be on the inauguaration trip. Wednesday's my gandmother's birthday. It's also during my midterms. And the day for midterm make up is the day I'm leaving for Florida.

I'm sorry for my bitchiness the last week. It's been a real rough week and I know that doesn't make up for anything I've said or done, but still, sorry.

I'm tired of writing. Blackberry keyboards hurt my hands after a while. Well, bye for now.


xoxo<3