Something a little closer to home

My father called just a few minutes ago, while I was logged into WoW. Mid-kill and I'm being told my grandmother has passed away.

To say I didn't know this was coming would be a lie - the last time I saw her, she was so very frail. Like my uncle, it was only a matter of time before Death caught up with her and gave her that gentle tap on the shoulder, and yet, it's a kick in the stomach when it does happen.

Again, I want to give Dad a hug, and we're separated by a thousand miles and then some. He lost his brother last month, and his mother today, and now he not only has to deal with the family trust and all the arrangements, but the majority of my grandparents' income was in my grandmother's name - her teacher's pension and the annuities in her name were what enabled them to afford the home they were/are in.

My brain is stuck between practicalities and sorrow, wallowing somewhere in the middle.