Bittersweet Friday

I am going to check in at the Double Treee Hotel Downtown in a couple of hours. Getting ready at a nice 2 room suite before a night of dinner, drinks, socializing. I'm excited and my bud Alisa is on her way to meet me.

My mom called this afternoon, left a message on my cell phone and now I have feelings of sadness. Grandma Lerry is dying. Hospice has been called. She leaves two faithful, loving daughters and a healthy husband. I spoke with my mom and I can tell that after months of close-calls this is really it. She may not make it through the night.

I told my mom to tell Grandma Lerry that I love her. That Morgan loves her. My thoughts are with my Aunt Berta, my mama, Pa and my siblings and two cousins. I'm scared of funerals.

I know I should probably go home tonight and be with my mom. Have a chance to tell Grandma Lerry goodbye before she goes away forever. But I have plans and I can't do anything tonight that would change any outcomes. And that's why I'll be drinking away the weirdness I feel in the pit of my stomach.

I hate death. I dead people. Luckily, I have only been to two funerals and only one that I remember: Uncle John. He was way too young. My family misses him very much. And we will also miss Grandma Lerry. What will happen to Pa?