Bad news last night.

[msfledermaus]

My mother called me last night to tell me that my great-grandfather had died. It was very sudden--he was outside shoveling (in his mid-nineties!) and had a heart attack. My grandmother's been in rough shape, and Mom and I have been calling her to let her know she's loved and that she has her family if she needs us. Mom and I are worried about her health, and the health of my great-grandmother, who's still pretty fragile. The funeral's this weekend. Mom might be coming up for it, so I'm cleaning and rearranging my apartment so she has somewhere to sleep. (Not an easy task in a studio!:)

I'm still in the quiet shock-phase you get when someone has died you didn't know very well, but still care about. And also worried about my mother and grandmother. And little things--what to wear to the funeral, travel arangements, how to quietly fake my way through a Christian service, etcetera.(I'm not myself, nor have I been raised as such.) I'm a little glad of the distance--it helps keep me stable so my mom and grandma have someone to lean on for support.


a somber Ms Fledermaus today.