I know, I didn't finish my story. I may sometime, but it wasn't all THAT interesting, anyway. Life has crept in and interrupted me.

My grandmother passed away on Friday. I got to be there with her, which was nice, as I was her pet and we had a close relationship. I've heard that death is beautiful and I've been afraid that it was horrible, and it turned out, it wasn't really either one. It just was. Her breathing got slower and slower and finally stopped. She was 94 and had been in a nursing home for 18 years. She had osteoporosis before we even knew what it was called and had started breaking bones probably around the time I was born. Her mind was fine, though, and she amazed people who visited her with all of the things she remembered and all she knew about things going around town, especially since she wasn't physically taking part in most of them. I was probably more like her personality-wise than I am anyone else in my family. I spent the night with her a lot when I was young and remember her letting me drink coffee, which of course, was mostly milk and sugar. I also got to watch soap operas, The Carol Burnett Show, and The Tonight Show, none of which my parents would let me watch at home. She taught me prayers and bible verses, and lots of nursery rhymes. We played lots of card games, like casino, Crazy 8s and Authors. I probably know a lot of the answers that helped me get on Jeopardy because of her. In fact, she would have been great on Jeopardy or Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, or anything like that when she was younger. She's been ready to go for a good while, and I'm so glad she's not suffering now, but I will really miss her.