About two hours ago I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. Twenty minutes later, my dad called and told me Grandma had died. Her heart just stopped and she was gone. They're still heading out to E.P. this morning, I think. The funeral should be Wednesday so they won't be back till sometime late Thursday. I'm not sure if I can get that much time off work but I've got to be at their house to take care of the dog and chickens. Bleh. I can't go to the funeral even if I could get the time off work.


I hate this.