Gran'mama died last Monday night/Tuesday morning.
Late last month, she fell and hit her head and I was more worried and concerned with that than I was when I found out she had actually passed away. One of my major concerns was explaining death of an actual person to Dahlia. Liz actually explained it to her, and I don't even know if she seemed to get it.
Another is... I dunno. I feel like I have this huge missing maternal link now, and I don't entirely know how to deal with it. It's a weird kind of complicated grief that no amount of psychology classes or sociology classes or funeral education classes can deal with.
I thought this would be cathartic and it's not. It took me 2 hours just to write these two paragraphs.