Early this morning my grandmother died. I’m signing a lease on an apartment in an hour or two. I have to drive all the way home before 3 to make it to a retirement party for a very dear friend. I have to move everything to my new apartment then come back home for a wedding. There is no time to go to her funeral and I’m sick.
Her passing hasn’t fully hit and I’m grateful for that. I don’t want to be a wreck when I sign papers and whatnot. She always sang a song to me when I was a kid that she didn’t sing to anyone else. It was something she learned when she went to Mexico as a child; she knew no Spanish so there’s really no telling what the words really are.