Thursday my grandmother passed away.  It was horrible... she was perfectly healthy (for a 78 year old lady).  I stopped by to visit and my grandfather was waving me in the house saying that he thought my grandmother had died....I ran in the house and dialed 911, luckily my aunt had already called.  Me and her did cpr for about 15 mins before the paramedics showed up.  She was declared dead at the hospital.  Died from a massive stroke. 

It still hasnt sunk in that she's dead... i'm strangely detached about it.  Its really weird.  I mean I was sooo close to her, I lived next door to her for the first twenty years of my life.  I talked to her every day... but i'm like numb to it.  I went to work yesterday and I was fine.  I keep catching myself thinking about her like she's still here though.  I was at work, and I saw a jacket she would have liked, thought to myself "oh man i should tell nana about that..."

The worst part is, up until just recently she was healthy as a horse, had more spunk than even I did.  I really thought my grandfather would go first, he's been having some pretty bad health problems.  She was one of those old school old ladys who said whatever the fuck was on her mind.  Whenever I fucked up she used to threaten me with "I'll piss in a bucket and throw it on you":haha:  She never did... but you get the picture of what she was like.