I've just received the summons home. For those who aren't aware, my grandmother (Nan) had a bi-lateral stroke last week. Being the stubborn thing she is, she has been hanging on, but it would appear that it will soon be over. One of the nun's who has been praying for her said to Nan tonight "Pat, I've been your friend for 70 years; it's time to let go." And then the nun turned to Nan's kids. "I think she'll pass away 3am Tuesday."
Well, when a nun says such things, you believe 'em.
So I'm getting myself organised to get home. Flying to the city tomorrow morning and my cousin is picking me up from the airport. And then we'll wait for the final call.
There really needs a better way to do things. Dying is crap.