Tonight I was driving and my cell phone rang. It was my mom. I asked if I could call her back, because I was driving. She said that was fine. I'm not one of those idiots that gets in wrecks because he didn't know when to get off the dang phone.

So tonight, I got home and I called my mom. The reason she was calling was that my grandmother was 'on the brink,' so to speak. Between the first call from my mom and my opportunity to return it, 'on the brink' became 'no longer with us.'

My mom couldn't talk about it long on the phone, because it was her mother that had passed. And of course, it was hard for me to hear that kind of news and it was hard to hear it from fighting tears.

Death sucks, but I was expecting to get a call like this any day so it didn't honestly hit me all that hard. The worst part is how much I know it hurts my mom, even though she was expecting it too. Worse is that her dad is still alive (in a different home; my grandparents were divorced years ago but remained fond of one another) and probably doesn't have a terribly long time to live on his end.

Anyway, I'm not sure why I'm posting this except sometimes talking about things in a public sort of forum makes me feel better about things.

One final thought: mortality sucks.