Bad News

My (paternal) grandmother died. More later.

UPDATE:

Moms passed away sometime near midnight last night. We got back from the beach early on Wednesday and went to the hospital to check on everyone. At the time they were starting dialysis to try to clear the toxins from her body, but she was too far gone to be saved.

Not thinking, I went into the room to see her and instantly regretted it. Sudden toxic shock to the body does not look pretty. She looked worse than mom ever had and I thought that was bad. Very dumb move on my part, resulting in instant trauma and flashbacks.

It's all too tragic for me to even wrap my head around at this point. Just the irony itself is mind boggling. A colonoscopy 10 years ago would have surely saved mom's life--and now a colonoscopy has taken my grandmother.

I think I'll just go bang my head against a wall until that makes sense...