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I got the call yesterday around noon. Grandma slipped away that morning. One minute she was there, the next not. Funeral prep began in earnest. Mother admitted how desperately tired and relieved she was, and how awful the last week had been. I can only imagine. I'm a little angry at our medical system, but that's another story.
At first they wanted us to come out ASAP, thinking they could have the funeral as early as Monday. But apparently there's a bit of a backlog in that town - dad said it's a busy time of year - so it won't be until Wednesday. I'd already gone home by this point, thinking I would have to rush and pack and clean and get kitty sitters. Instead I was left twiddling my thumbs and feeling kind of useless.
But I'm glad we have more than a few hours notice and can actually get our shit together without rushing. We'll be going out Monday. Work gives me five days bereavement - which I still can't quite believe - so I'm taking all next week.
In the meantime, I'm mostly all right. I had a week to process this, which helped a lot. And now I'm (mostly) over this damn cold, which will help with the traveling.
At first they wanted us to come out ASAP, thinking they could have the funeral as early as Monday. But apparently there's a bit of a backlog in that town - dad said it's a busy time of year - so it won't be until Wednesday. I'd already gone home by this point, thinking I would have to rush and pack and clean and get kitty sitters. Instead I was left twiddling my thumbs and feeling kind of useless.
But I'm glad we have more than a few hours notice and can actually get our shit together without rushing. We'll be going out Monday. Work gives me five days bereavement - which I still can't quite believe - so I'm taking all next week.
In the meantime, I'm mostly all right. I had a week to process this, which helped a lot. And now I'm (mostly) over this damn cold, which will help with the traveling.
