"...a time to live, a time to die..."
King Solomon
There is never a good time for death; although I don't feel near the hysteria over Grandma's dying as I did when
Josiah got hit by the car. I feel a quiet sadness that she's gone, but that the person who was Grandma left a long time ago. Even though her mind was fairly sharp the last time I saw her, her eyesight and vigor had left. Even a few years ago, when she was in her eighties, she was still like a giggling teenager.