Whenever Granny heard that anyone she knew had died, she always said 'it's a blessing!' I can't really muster up the same sentiment for her, because it's *not* a blessing. It totally sucks and I will really miss her. I never knew either of my blood grandmothers very well, but I feel like Granny was mine too.

I don't know what's going on. They said she wouldn't make it through the night. So I'm just having a little vigil for Granny from 7,000 miles away. We love you Granny, and I hope Brent gets to you in time to say goodbye.