This week started off really shitty. My grandmother (on my father’s side) passed away Monday evening around 8pm EST. She had dementia for the past few years and was moved into an assisted living place in October, then more recently was moved into their Hospice section. She became unable to walk and the night before she passed she wasn’t breathing well. My dad told me early Monday afternoon that she’d only been taking about 4 breaths a minute.

She lives in Michigan so my dad and step-mom flew out there Tuesday morning and the funeral is tomorrow. I wish I could have gone, but I don’t have the money. Neither did my brother or sister (though they also both have school this week) so we’re all still in California.

I feel really bad for my grandpa since he is now all alone in their house. I’m not surprised that he does not want to move. From what I can remember he (and my grandma) have been in that house at least since I was born, so that’s about 30 years. Both my dad and uncle have offered for him to move closer to one of them. I mean he’s about 87 (my grandma had turned 90 at the end of August) and I worry about him being alone.

My dad had called and told me on Sunday evening that my grandma was not doing well and they didn’t think she’d make it through the night. About 4 hours or so after that I was checking Facebook and saw that a girl I’d known since eighth grade passed away. I have not seen or talked to her since we graduated high school, but it was still a shock. She was on the freeway less than a mile from my apartment when her car hit a tractor trailer and then another car hit her car which is what caused her death.

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