My grandmother died in her sleep last night. My mom called at 6:40 this morning to tell us, so the news is now mixed in with the dream I was having at the time, which only adds to the surreality.
I’m about to drive down to Boston, this morning. It wasn’t a surprise, exactly; she’s been more fragile than usual for about a year. It wasn’t expected, though, either, since we were making plans to have her up here for Christmas.
I just feel … quiet, right now.