This week has been something else. The facility where I work was signed off to merge with a similar facility (I'm being vague on purpose as I don't usually mention work here...), so emotions were high, tension was at a peak, and fear of the unknown makes normally sane people a little crazy (myself included).
Then yesterday, my grandmother passed away after a struggle with Alzheimer's at the end of her life. I'll be taking the girls to the funeral and I don't know if I'm quite prepared for the questions that will ensue. Big Sis has a good grasp on the concept of death but thus far has only been exposed to the loss of a pet. She's never experienced a person dying, and I'm not sure how I'll talk to her about it. I guess I'll be as honest and forthcoming as I can without scaring her. Lil Sis, I don't think she'll quite get it. She'll probably just think that Grandma's sleeping... which in a way, I guess she is; she's enjoying eternal rest.
And finally, she's free.