I just posted last night, but life, much like the internet, waits for no one.
My grandmother died this morning at 4:38. I know the time because I keep hearing my grandfather repeat it to every person he has had to call this morning. My dad and I were already well on the other side of D.C. when he called us, almost two hours out, so we turned around and came back, thus managing to hit the Beltway at rush hour twice in one weekend.
I think we all made our peace the last couple of days and now it's just a matter of executing her wishes. She had all of her funeral arrangements made and paid for, so this week will just be a matter of seeing it all through. Really the only question is which blue dress she was talking about. Apparently there's a closet full of the things and right now it's just us guys here. Maybe when my mom gets here she can throw us a line on that one.