I woke up this morning to find out that sometime between 8:30 and 9 AM my grandmother finally passed away. She was just over 96, so she did get to live a long life, and I know she was ready but it's still hard. I never was that close to her once I got older, because I wasn't really around her much. I think the last time I even saw her was around 6 years ago when she still lived in my town in one of the nursing homes and she wanted to see me before I went off on my sr trip to NY and I figured why not and went over there. She's not been in good health as long as I can remember, even the pictures of her and I from when I was really young she was using a cane, and as far back as I can remember she was always in a wheel chair. The last few years she had gotten to where she couldn't see and couldn't hear good either, and I guess I couldn't stand seeing her like that. I kinda feel guilty about not going with my parents when they went to visit her, and I feel bad for my dad because he looks so sad, and I'm sure he is. Just, if you pray, pray for the family as they go through this, I know its hard on them.