RIP

my father just called to let me know my grandmother died earlier today. she was 93, and had a full life. she did things that were considered outrageous in those days (after divorcing her husband, she left the kids with him - this was in 1954, imagine the upheaval...) and she was, with a few things excepted, a good grandmother. last year, she was still travelling around the world (to visit her daughter in the States and her son in France), but in the last 6 months she'd broken her hipbone, fallen a few more times, and got several strokes. it was better for her to leave us now, i've been told. i'm sure it's true, and we all knew it was coming. to be honest, though, i didn't think i'd feel this moved about it.