...my grandma died today.

For my entire life, she lived in Florida - and only in this second half of the year did her health turn for the worse, and she was put into a nursing home. I was never too close to her - the most recently I've talked with her was just through email correspondance, with some photos of myself and some music I'd composed. Like most people and their grandparents, it would have been nice to spend more time with her.

It's not ultimately saddening or shocking - we were expecting it, but not so early. But she's been a widow for 19 years now - my grandpa passed away a few months before I was born. Her death marks the first death in my family since I was born.

So yeah, never been to a funeral, never had to deal with anything like this. I don't know what's going to happen, plans-wise. I can't imagine how my dad feels.

Sadly, it's yet another case of not knowing what you had until it was gone. Hmm. I think I'm going to hang out a bit with my friends; this doesn't seem like the appropriate time to be milling around on the net.