My grandma, my dad's mom (pictured on the left) died. She was 95. And in great health until a couple of weeks ago. Even though we were sort of expecting this, it still happened sooner than we thought. Or at least sooner than I thought.
Eric, Kari and the kids were supposed to be coming out tomorrow, but instead they are on their way today.
Eric and I will be going back to Milwaukee for the funeral, but I will stay for about a week so that I can help my Aunt Sharon and try to be of some support for her.
Understandably, my dad is very sad. Not only for the loss of his mom, but because he can't travel and go back there. That is the hardest part. Not only for him, but for the rest of us as well.