My dad just called and my grandma is dying. They don't think she'll make it through tomorrow. One of her lungs filled with fluid yesterday and the other one is filling up right now.
I'm really sad. I've had several deaths in my family, most in the last 3 years of all my grandparents' siblings, but I am pretty close to my grandma, closer than I was to anyone else in my life that has passed away. I know that we've been expecting it for a while, that her health has deteriorated in the past couple years, but it still hurts.
We got a chance to see her a couple weeks ago. She was lucid and in good spirits, she told us stories of her childhood in New York in the winter. She got to talk to my H for a bit and told my mom that she adores him. My sister and I got a chance to hug and kiss her and say goodbye. But it never seems like enough, you know?
Anyway, I just needed to get some of this out. I'm staying at work for now because there is no point going home to an empty house to cry. At work at least I can distract myself a bit. I'll probably leave early, though.
Now I'm rambling. Sorry.
