There's always a silver lining.

Ok, so yesterday wasn't really the day I had envisioned. I woke up and heard the news first thing that my grandpa had a heart attack and died a few hours before. It was awkward. Not because of the death, but just having all of the typical reactions, telling people, dealing with family and all that stuff. It didn't help that I was really close to him, and hated seeing my family so upset. On top of that, I was still sensitive to anything regarding death/sickness/etc even after entering remission last year. Being back in a hospital was freaking me the hell out, particularly when the only thing to sit on was a gurney. Not to mention how much I hate the smell of saline and anything medical. Who knows, I could've just been looking at too many abandoned hospitals on urban exploration sites.

There was, however, a great upside. He wasn't in pain anymore, and the family was actually relieved that he wasn't suffering or unhappy. I also got a dog out of it. It had been written in the will that we get the dog, since I adore animals and everyone else in the family was either allergic or didn't want an animal.

Here's a picture...it's not her, but it's pretty close.