Three.

My great-grandmother died around 7pm tonight. Knew it was coming but still dealing with it. My mom's a wreck and will be for a while. She's probably going to pick Joey and I up Sunday night and drop us off Wednesday. The funeral is probably Tuesday. I'm going to miss my first concert with Chorale. (That's the fact I'm fixating on at the moment.) I wasn't very close to her but, she was still my great-grandmother.

Rest in peace, Grandma.

 

(In case you're keeping track, this is the third. Charlie, Uncle Randy, Great-grandma. There are still two thirds up in the air. Cats and miscarriages. Let's hope the rule of threes isn't true.)