Oct
7
Just found out
that my step-grandmother died today. It was a long time coming (bone cancer) but it’s still weird. Not weird in that I’m sad. Weird in that I’m not. I’m not sad. I’m not crying. My response to hearing the news was “oh OK.” I didn’t even know the woman, really.
But of course, any sort of death and I think about MD and I just start bawling.
Tonight just got a lot less fun.
