Goodbye, Granny

My mother called me tonight – I already knew, I think, because there’s no other reason she would be calling me at well-past-bedtime Eastern.

Her mother, my grandmother, my last living grandparent, died in the hospital this morning. It wasn’t terribly unexpected; she was 95, she’s been in pretty ill health for a while and she’s been in the hospital. Still.

I don’t have a clever title.