My mom called me fairly late tonight to tell me that my grandmother died today. She was my last grandparent, so I'm down to just one parent in my immediate family.
She was 93, but had been more or less totally senile for almost ten years, and I haven't seen nor spoken to her in about that long. So my sense of loss is not really very great. Mostly it reminds me more about dying and death in general. There's too much death in the world, there really is.
Senile and with low quality of life, she hung on like the stubborn old lady she was, dying only when everything was working against her. It makes me wonder what priorities I'll put on things when I get to that point in life. Seems like I'm awfully afraid of dying, but who knows, if I've lived a long life and the joy and good qualities are mostly behind me, would I be willing to accept death peacefully? I can't imagine that at this point in my life, but I'm not old yet. It's uncomfortable to think about.
I'm not sure when or if I'll be going to a funeral; presumably this weekend some time.
I took the dogs for a walk and they cornered an opossum and proceeded to start tearing it apart. As soon as I figured out what was going on I pulled them off, but I couldn't tell how much damage they'd done. The opossum was lying in a heap and not moving, but of course they "play possum" so I couldn't tell if it was okay or not. They can get nasty when threatened so I wasn't about to go up to it barefoot and with no hand protection just to see how it was doing. I hope it was okay.
Other news: I got two other people to create LJ accounts today. Makes me feel like some kind of drug peddler or something. Free samples, and all.