Shit. As if dealing with the flood of emotions of this being the 8th anniversary of my Mum dying, my Grandmother passed in her sleep this morning. When you get a call from your Aunt that really would only have one reason to contact you that way, the heart just sinks even before you answer it. Her son, my cousin, happens to be visiting my Sister and I, so she was also trying to track him down, since they have his dog and will have take him to Louisville with them from Cleveland to deal with arrangements.
