I’m sighing a lot. My grandma passed away on Thursday afternoon kind of out of nowhere. It’s not quite real. I’m busy working on homeschool curriculum and diffusing squabbled between my kids. I seem to oscillate between a resigned sadness, reflecting on old memories of times together, and nothing at all, reminiscent of when I was mostly disassociated a few years ago. I mostly feel for my mom, grandpa, uncle, sister, etc… but in that I feel the absence.