I just found out that my grandmother died.
The news came as no surprise; my parents and aunts and uncles and cousins (especially the cousin who is now a priest) have been "on watch" for a week or so now. And grandma has been frail for a long time; the last time I saw her, I happened to be in the right place at the right time to catch her as she fell--she was always stubborn, and hated to use her walker.
Oddly, I dreamt of her for the only time that I can recall, just a few days ago; not so weird, really, given that I've been thinking about her often. I walked out of the bathroom of her house, into her room, on the way to the kitchen, and she was there, abed but lively--even moreso than when I last saw her. She requested cinnamon toast, and I went to get it for her, from my mother.
She was quite content in her passing, even to planning the funeral, which is to happen this Monday.
All that being the case, and given that she and I were never all that close, why did I not answer the phone when the call came to let me know? And why did I cry when I listened to the voice mail my father left me?