It's been a hard week. My grandmother died on Sunday after a lonnnnnnng battle.  It's been really tough on my Dad because he's been flying back and forth from Denver to Massachusetts for the past few months.

Anyways, I'm doing fine, as I knew she was sick and she was 86 years old and lead a fulfilling life, so I'm really at peace with it.  The funeral itself was tough, but besides that, this death hasn't been as hard as my grandfather's last year's. (This wasn't his wife who died..). Perhaps our relationships were different, perhaps now I know what it's like to lose a grandparent, perhaps I've grown up, perhaps I'm stronger emotionally. Who knows? Anyways, I know her memory will live on because she was a wonderful person.  Rest in peace.