I'm so distraught over this. My grandma just passed away yesterday. My dad is a mess, my mom is trying her best to be supportive, and I feel guilty for not crying and taking it "Maturely". It's just not how I deal with death, but I feel it is how I should.

I remember my grandma most from my childhood. I remember the house that we were in sometimes, a big one with dual staircases. I remember her and the rest of my dad's side of the family moved away, having the last time I saw them before 2005 be a breakfast at a Brookfeilds. I visited them in the last decade, but it was not enough, I think. I benifet to know that she died at peace, at home like she wanted. I just wish that I had known her more.

"Death is only the beginning, for there's a lot of things to do in heaven." I made that up just now. How is it?

EDIT 2/18: Her husband, Bruce, just passed as well. I am feeling even worse. But I feel he is also at peace, but I don't know where. My father is flying out to Texas to get things stable and possibly attend their funeral. My mother and I cannot go due to money issues and responsibilities, Me going to college and Mom having jury duty/work. I feel so useless...