So. My grandmother died this past Sunday. After the last four years of not being right from a stroke/Alzheimer's/dementia, she rook a nap this past Sunday and did not wake up.

It was her and my Grandfather's 57th wedding anniversary Sunday.

My Grandfather is not taking this well, and I don't know what to do.

For 58 years he hasn't made a move without her, or at least considering what she would want. For the last four years he has been her primary caregiver.

I miss mammaw, and I feel bad for pappaw - in some ways this dude has been a hero and role model to me.

It also made me think about my wife, and how she's been at least in the back of my mind since I met her 16 years ago (hell, I'm only 32).

This sucks.