So 30 minutes ago, we had gotten a call from the ER. My grandmother had respiratory distress at the pool, and was taken to the ER, unresponsive.
10 minutes ago, my dad called. She's gone.
Damn it! She was here today. She was joking with me asking if I'd finally join her on a walk after ten years of her asking.
She didn't die in her sleep, of old age. She died because she was trying to fight that age.
And rather ominously, my last words to her were "Goodbye."