I'm a bit stunned and feeling a bit loopy so I hope I make sense.
My Grandma died this morning at 4.30am. She'd been very ill and had dementia very badly, and its been an agonising year ushering her towards the end with as much dignity as we could. It is one of those situations where it is a relief, but at the same time so indescribably sad. She's been such a presence in my life that I can't really comprehend that she's gone.
Am at work, Mum rang with the news about an hour ago and hubby is at home with the kids who are sick. People are suprised I'm not rushing home, but right now the peace of my desk is what I need, rather than their clamouring neediness. I'll head off in an hour or so, when its all sunk in and I'm capable of concentrating on the traffic.
This is not what I was expecting today.