I mentioned last week how my great-grandma died a couple weeks ago and great-grandpa had a stroke. He passed away last night and it royally sucks. I mean, we knew it was coming, but that doesn't make it any easier. I'm torn between feeling incredibly sad and wanting to cry, and being somehwat at peace because I know it's what he wanted, to be with great-grandma. I don't believe in Heaven, but I'd like to think that they are together, somewhere, somehow.
DH proved himself to be quite the husband last night. This is the first time either of us has had a death in the family since we've been together (not including the death of my cat, who died on our second date). We were putting together our resumes for an e-mail that absolutely had to go out last night and were stressing over finishing them. My dad called and told me what happened and I guess DH could see it on my face. He didn't even say anything, just put the computer down and hugged me for like a half hour.
But anyway, back to work for now. I totally hate having to be here today. Thanks for listening.