cereal: Dana, that must feel surreal. My mother's mother was sick for a white, but we kind of weren't sure that it would be her final illness, despite her being over ninety. so it felt fast, in more than "it's always sudden," sense, when she finally passed. My brother deals with that by saying things like "Maybe T. would have lived longer if we'd done x." Never mind she was ninety-one already. I think I pissed him off by saying "Why would we want that?" But she did pick on me, and if he was talking about now, she'd be a hundred and ten or something. But he had the Golden Penis and stuff so... letting go is kind of a different vibe.