My mum called Monday at lunch time to say that Grannie passed away. Not unexpected, she's been fading, the last year or so. But still a shock, when it actually happens. I feel lost. I know that I'm incredibly lucky to have had a grandparent still in my life at 39, but then again I'd come to think of her as somehow indestructible. That we'd be having her 105th birthday at some point and her jokes about us having to shoot her in the end being true... I wish I could go to the funeral, but it's in England next week and it's just not doable. So, if you think about it, send a little thought out for my dear Grannie. We'll miss her. Graeme and I both figure she's off somewhere playing dominoes with Grandpa now. I hope that's so.