From bad to worse
Shortly after waking up today, I got a call from my mother telling me my grandmother died around lunchtime today. I am not good. The shock and breakdowns have passed, and the reality has set in, bringing about a state of partial numbness. The numbness is probably a good thing right now--I don't need another "break with reality, shrieking, crying" type of breakdown. I now have one living grandparent. I spent most of my life, up until my parents split up, with my grandparents on my father's side--spent every weekend with them since I was a baby. The last person with ties to almost the only truly happy memories from my childhood is gone.