So yesterday was sort of a blower - Brooklen's grandmother (Wendell's mom) died.  It defiantly put a damper on everyone's day.  She started having seizures on Friday and they didn't know what was wrong with her so they wanted to open her up and find out.  When they did, she died on the operating table.  It turns out that she had cancer and it had spread to her brain.  She didn't even know she had cancer.  When my sister called me, Brooklen was in the background hysterical and it broke my heart.  My sister was crying and upset too... I told her that even though it sucks, it might be better because she didn't really have to suffer.  I mean when Pap-Pap had cancer, he was in pain for years, had to go through a dozen rounds of kemo, and when he did finally pass he had been in the hospital for a month or so, just in pain.  The doctors did everything they could to keep him as "comfortable as possible."  So it might be better that she never knew that she had cancer and she was taken fast, without much pain.  I don't know.  It is just sad.  You never know when it is your time to go.  Never. 

I didn't really do much of anything last night - I am still trying to get back into the swing of things... waking up at 4:20, working a 9 hour day.  Blah.    It sucks because I felt so rested on vacation and now I am back to pumpin my viens full of coffee...