The past week has been very crazy to say the least. And I would not have gotten through it all without my friends. I have been very blessed, lucky or gifted - however one believes - to have such good friends.
One would think, with such a blessing, that I would have learned by now not to isolate like I always do. Yet here I am, having to force myself through the isolation and out the other side.
Yesterday morning about 9:00 am Eastern, my grandmother passed away. She was moved to ICU the night after her surgery on Friday, and her organs began to fail due to her heart not being strong enough to circulate blood to them.
The past two days I have been working and trying not to think about anything.
This weekend I spent crying, calling priests to give her Last Rites, and basically trying to not lose my mind further.
It might be safe to say it is gone at this point.