She is gone. This afternoon, about 1pm, while I was still in school, my grandmother, my father's mother, passed away. I'm very sad. When my mother told me, I said, "Oh..." and then decided that I was not going to work and I ranranranran to the car, threw my books down, called Jackie, told her I wasn't coming, ran inside and found Nikki and told her. What will happen now? I'm comforted in a way. She isn't suffering anymore. But I miss her. I worry. I worry about my sister. I worry about Kathryn. And Foster. And Becca. And Charles. And my uncles and and my aunt and my parents and Bobbie and Joe and Betty and her sisters and everybody who was close to her. And my parents have to go get her stuff. I don't know if I can look at it.