There is no cure for death, but a remedy is rest.

  Sooo my Gma died this morning at three. I didn't cry, cuz I didn't believe it...until I walked into her house today and she wasn't in it. Everything, and I mean everything is exactly how it always has been. Which is where I started crying hysterically. I walked upstairs to her bedroom and I layed on her bed and I cried, and I cried, and I cried. And I started to realize all of those times when she called and I told her I was busy. Or all of those times she asked me to help her after school...but I never came. This is also made me realize that eventually the people in my life are not going to be here forever.

  So I stopped in to see my old baby-sitters on my way home. If you read one of my earlier posts I have described her already. She has alzheimer's and is, to put it simply, losing her sanity. I asked her if she had heard about my Grandmother. To which she said...

 

"Yes. My sister Diane called me. (Her sister's name is Donna, but I didn't correct her.)

And it makes me nervous, cuz I know I'm next."