My mom called me this morning to tell me that my childhood nanny, a woman who was actually more like a grandparent than a nanny, passed away overnight. She was 95, and had recently fallen and broken her hip. I know that logically this makes no sense, but she was such a force to be reckoned with that I was sure she'd live forever. I am just heartbroken.
I'm gonna go with 'not my circus, not my monkeys.'