granny

My grandmother passed away on Wednesday. I got the call from my mom at 6am.

Tonight is the viewing. Tomorrow is the funeral.

J and I are supposed to go see Elton John on Sunday night at Madison Square Garden, but I can't tell you of a time when I've wanted to hear Crocodile Rock and less than I do now.

I know it's for the best. She was 92. She had serious dementia and couldn't even speak any more. It took over 10 years, almost 12, of her living in that condition. I do not want that to happen to me or anyone else I love. She had no idea who we were and when she was able to speak, would just repeat the same sentences over and over.

I was looking at old pictures of her last night. She looked so young and vibrant. That wasn't the woman who died the other day. She's finally free of the prison she was in.

I'm still so sad. It just breaks my heart that she lived like that for so long. She was my last living grandparent