After 85 years, she is gone.
My grandmother passed away late Wednesday night. There are no words.
I am grateful for her. That is all I can think to say. She was a very strong personality, hugely determined, funny (sometimes unintentionally), and so loving. I never ever for a second ever in my life doubted that my grandmother loved me and was for me, 100%. I learned so many life lessons from her.
I am so sad. And my brain is really scrambled and I feel incapable of putting together anything coherent.
Viva headed back to school today after a week of Spring Break. I asked her how she felt her vacation was. She said on a scale of 1 to 10, it was about a 5, because it started out great, but Thursday was horrible. When we drove up to the house on Thursday, “there was a hole [in the room] where Nana should be sleeping,” is how she put it.
Yeah, that about sums it up.
I am trying to figure it all out. Bear with me.