The Call

I blogged Ethan's night out separately because I didn't want to detract from his accomplishments; but we recieved a phone call that night from Dublinair Nursing Home. My grandmother had just passed away. She went quietly in her sleep. She was 98 years old. Her 99th birthday would have on Halloween. I had mixed emotions. Her health the past few years was failing, and it was hard to watch her live the way she did. I knew her passing was the best thing for her. She certainly had more friends and relatives on the other side than she did here. But still, I will miss her-we all will. I will write my memories of her seperatly.