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Feb 03, 2012 22:26

My Grandma Wilkinson died this afternoon. I knew her health was failing and she'd been feeling very anxious lately, but I didn't think she would go so soon. I've been quietly dreading this for years now, I guess it's a little relieving to not have to worry about it anymore. What's done is done. I don't know the details, but I overheard my dad saying she just sat down in her chair and closed her eyes and that was it. A peaceful enough way to go, I suppose.

My parents drove down to her and Grandpa's apartment in Columbia as soon as they could, no idea when they'll be back. I'm sure there's a lot of work to do out there right now. James and I are just home by ourselves, watching TV. Maybe Tim will come over tomorrow, I don't know.

I'm not sure what to do with myself right now. I'm just sitting around, scrolling through Tumblr and watching Tron with James. I did some laundry. I was going to do homework, but didn't feel like it. Maybe tomorrow, or Sunday. I think I'll read before I go to bed, whenever we would spend the weekend at the farm I would sleep on the couch in the living room and Grandma would sleep in the recliner and we would both stay up and read.

I'm sad, but not as much as I thought I would be. I don't think it's really hit me yet. It probably will whenever I go visit Grandpa and he's there by himself. I feel a little bad that I hadn't gone to see them since we moved them into the apartment a month ago, but all the times dad went down there he seemed tense, so I was waiting for a lighter, more social visit. At least the last time I saw her it was an optimistic day.

family, sad things

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