Thursday evening around 8, my Grandmother died, and... I am not sure how I felt about it, because I was never all that close to her anyway. But I do feel some emptiness.

I saw her many a time at the Nursing home in her final days, and almost every time she tells me, "Thank You For Coming to See about me". She had a frail constitution, became physically weak to the point of no longer having the use of her legs, and lost most of her memory to the point where every time I had to see her I had to reintroduce myself.

But I always held out hope that she would bounce back and recover. Needless to say that hope got dashed on the ground. The following day, Friday, I got another paycheck from my job, made my deposit, made plans to go to store for more advanced Headphones, and everything was normal. Grandma is dead, and that was a thing that happened. Her suffering and pain has ended. I am sure that an Atheist will tell me that she is now wormfood and that the best way to honor her memory is to live my life the best way I can that honors her permanent state of Non-existence, now reduced to a bunch of a rose-tinted memories. A Non-atheist will tell me that with her passing, she has entered into the hands of a Kind and loving creator, and she's finally happy, possibly for the first real time in her life. In either sentiment, I still have to face the reality that I am almost 30 years old, and I have no more Grandparents. I may not have been all that close to her in her later years, but I miss her.

Also, there is a Serial Killer out in Chicago, but thank God I do not work anywhere near there. The world goes on.

See? Everything is normal.