I found out last night that my great-grandmother died on April 15. She was 104. There wasn't a funeral, just a small graveside service earlier this week. No fuss. No dragged out visitation. Perhaps it's better that way. I visited with her when I would go see my grandparents. She really had no idea who I was. Her short-term memory wasn't very good anymore. She knew I was a grandchild, just not which one or who I belonged to. I feel privileged to have been able to meet her, to know her, because most people don't have that opportunity. I have know two of my great-grandparents. My grandfather's father lived into his nineties and I saw him a few times before he died. Though I didn't know either of them well, it is sad news to hear. She lived a long life and I suppose no one could ask for more.
In other news, good thing I emailed the admissions office yesterday because my attendance confirmation never made it to London. They let me scan a new one in so I hope everything is fine now. Is someone trying to tell me something? First my housing form doesn't make it, now my attendance confirmation. Everything should be taken care of now. Four and half months.
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