I learned last night that

I learned last night that my fraternal grandmother passed away on Sunday. It was not unexpected, she had almost stopped eating in the last few weeks and was fading away. I'm sure it's a great relief for her, she was bed bound for several years now and almost imobile the last few months.

I've seen her only twice in the last few years, but she was always happy to see me. Last time right before New Year's and she had changed dramatically since the previous time.

I talked with my family and noone really sounded sad about it. That makes sense, all things considered, but it makes me aware how far away (geographically) from my family I am. It also makes me feel a little guilty that I don't write or call all that often. I'll try to keep this in mind and stay more connected with what's going on with my family.