(no subject)
My grandmother died yesterday following complications from a hip fracture repair revision.
I thought I would be able to wash my hands of her life and influence on this occasion, say "Well, that's over with" and go make a cup of tea, but today I'm sad. She was a mean old woman, mean to her core. But she was family, and you know, there were good times. There were. I will miss her even if I sometimes hated her, and I am sad that she died in ICU without us there even if I usually felt that she could die alone for all I cared. That was the nature of my relationship with her.
More later.