C'est la Mort

Aunt M died this week. Her daughter, M, predicted it down to the minute. My dead grandmother always said anything M said will come true. She has told us we will have a baby boy on April 24th. So let's see. Of course D won't be happy to go two days over her due date :) Anyway M is bittersweet about the whole thing since her mom was diabetic and not doing well. She just had her second leg amputated recently, and M had purchased her some fancy electric chair on Ebay that she had to drive to Philly to pick up. But now she'll sell the damn thing on Ebay. Go figure.

Grandpap has degenerative heart failure. Yuck. He was drowning by the fluid in his lungs recently, but they pumped most of it out. Finally he has come home, but that sure is scary. I am a bit more relaxed and less histrionic about death of older non-immediate family. I know he's been through a lot, and I am glad I get to visit two or three times a year, and I know he will die. It's inevitable. C'est la mort!