Grama Sharon died Thursday. She collapsed of a heart attack at the bus stop to the casino around noon. I am still in shock and it hasn't sunken in yet. I have short waves of tears but other than that the situation has made my body sad and achy. I suppose I will fully realize what happened at her funeral.
Grama was a badass and like Sinatra she did things her way. She was always for equal rights and even went to collage for a couple years but dropped out when she couldn't take classes reserved for men only. She loved everyone including gays and was a liberal rock n' roll grama. She was a professional seamstress and made all kinds of things in her time including some of our cosplays. I always brought her back a little kitty figure or charm from conventions as a thank you (she adored cats, that is why I chose this journal skin).
I really miss her.
She lived in our house and actually was the original owner along with my grampa (he died this March) until her cheated on her and had to raise four kids by herself. She had a hard life but she kicked ass. My parents bought the house from her later on before they had kids because Grama couldn't pay the mortgage she my parents helped her out by buying the house and letting her stay.
I really feel for my mom right now; Grama was her best friend and she lost both parents and dog in the same year. She was crying and drinking a lot and playing Grama's music and she has a lot of things to take care of like Grama's bills and making her arrangements and whatnot.
Sorry if this journal is all over the place but I am not in the best place right now. It has been a hard year. I am not looking to Thanksgiving without her. Or Christmas. It is going to be rough. But she would want us to be happy so I have to do my best. She is in a better place with her parents and her cats and her son and my pup.