...as of 7 am Central Time, both of them are gone. GH, tragic, young, too soon. Grandma, gently going home.
In some ways, the vigil stage is harder. Now I can start to move again. For instance, I now have to switch plans from going to a wedding in LA to a funeral in Kansas next weekend.
Fortunately the cute Anne Klein dress I found in my neighborhood thrift store (read upscale...) will still work for the funeral. How pitifully trivial my brain can be, right?
As further evidence of my skewed priorities, while I'm sad I never got a final goodbye with Grandma, I'm really excited to see my aunts and cousins. When I called my sister to tell her the news we were both looking forward to hanging out next weekend. Joys and sorrow all mixed together. That's life, right?