And strangely I don't feel sad, or much of anything at all.
My grandmother (my father's mother) died this morning. I got a call last night, late, that said she probably would die. She wasn't elderly...maybe 75. But she had a brain aneurysm about a dozen years ago that left her just a shell of herself. I saw her last in 1999. (She lives 2,500 miles away in NM)
When I saw her last, I was taken aback. This woman who had always taken care of herself and primped herself was wearing non-matching paper slippers and her hair was a mess. She couldn't form complete sentences, nor complete her thoughts. I think that was the day she really died for me.
My mom and sister are going to fly out for the funeral. Apparently the air fare is over $700, plus motel, rental car and food expenses. I'll be taking care of my sister's chihuahua for the weekend. That should be an adventure.
Can someone make some sense out of this for me? Why don't I feel anything? It really seems to me that I should be grieving in at least some way-but I can't.
My grandmother (my father's mother) died this morning. I got a call last night, late, that said she probably would die. She wasn't elderly...maybe 75. But she had a brain aneurysm about a dozen years ago that left her just a shell of herself. I saw her last in 1999. (She lives 2,500 miles away in NM)
When I saw her last, I was taken aback. This woman who had always taken care of herself and primped herself was wearing non-matching paper slippers and her hair was a mess. She couldn't form complete sentences, nor complete her thoughts. I think that was the day she really died for me.
My mom and sister are going to fly out for the funeral. Apparently the air fare is over $700, plus motel, rental car and food expenses. I'll be taking care of my sister's chihuahua for the weekend. That should be an adventure.
Can someone make some sense out of this for me? Why don't I feel anything? It really seems to me that I should be grieving in at least some way-but I can't.