I know it's already been longer than I'd hoped with new uploading new content, but I'd like to inform anyone who reads my messages about some news. After battling a flair of depression for a few weeks, I was almost ready to start posting again, but this morning, I awoken to a heartbreaking phone call. My father, who never talks to me, called. It's never good when he calls. My heart immediately sunk. "Your Granny past away in her sleep this morning." He told me shortly. He doesn't handle grief. He told me as quick as possible, then hung up.
So I'm laying here, after being awoken to the news I knew I'd get one day, but never really wanted to hear. I miss her. I'm in tears. I was her girl. The woman who named me, no longer lives on our plain of existence. The woman who helped raise me and thought everyone was me in her later stages of brain cancer and dementia. I hope she's at peace, able to eat a full meal, sleep soundly, see clearly and knows how loved she was. Rest easy Granny. I love you, so so very much.