Bereaved
Her last words to me were, "What a rotten fried are you," because I wouldn't take her home. And if you knew my grandma you'd know how funny that was. That was the hardest part...her spirit wasn't dying, just her body.
My relatives and I have all made it explicitly clear how we want to die and how we want to be buried. Me? Cremated, ashes, I don't know where, and a bench somewhere warm and sunny for people to sit and think and say, "hello."
This is the most "adult" I have ever felt in my entire life. My life has been full of made-up dramas, but this, this was more real than I can handle. This coupled with the fact Jacob is moving here in two weeks shows me how exactly life goes. Endings and beginnings and endings and beginnings all over again.