My grandmother passed away this morning. I got the news at work. She was in her late 90s and completely senile--she didn't even know who my dad was anymore.

I'm sad, but it hasn't kicked in yet. We are having a service for her on Saturday.

She was a sweet lady. She was also the fertile crescent for so many of the neuroses that have plagued my family. I've been reflecting about the women in my family, and will probably write something up one of these days.