I'm finally home after spending a few days with my grandma and dad. Lots of emotions, both ups and downs. Not much to say or do to comfort my grandmother. All you can do is give her a hug, a smile, and some company. Her journey through the first days of grief are mostly traveled solo. And my dad's dealing with a lot too since grandpa was his stepfather, his dad. Now that I'm home again I think that I'll rest for a little bit before getting back to the routine. Of course now I worry about how my dad's holding up too.