I'll be your rock, if you be mine?


Grandma died this afternoon. Mom called me and told me that her feet were blue and she was breathing funny. I left home immediately – headed to my mom’s house. It takes me all of 5 minutes to get there – and by the time I did, Grandma was already gone.

My dad cried a lot. That’s the hardest part, I think. He’s always been my rock ~ and today I needed to be his. I was more than happy to do it – but that doesn’t make it any easier.

I’m exhausted.

I love you, Grandma ~ fare thee well.

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