L's Granny died yesterday. She was, hmmm... how old was she? Ninety something. Maybe 96? Definitely mid-nineties, I know. She had been on the downhill slide for the 8 years or so that I have known her, finally being moved into a nursing home and then another facility when they couldn't care for her anymore. She was in the last stages of dementia, and scared because she didn't know anyone or what was happening to her, so it is an answer to prayer that she has finally gone home to be with the Lord.

Please pray for L's Mom and her sister, as they were extremely close to her. While they know she is in a better place, and they are happy to see her suffering end, they are of course very sad to not have her with them. We'll be heading over to L's hometown this afternoon for the funeral tomorrow.

There have been some interesting discussions with Hatchling over this news, as this is the first death to touch him that he has noticed (when my Nanny died, he was only two). We explained to him that most people die when they are old, but sometimes you can die when you are young, and that is why we are always trying to get him to be careful. He was nonplussed. Then he wanted to know how, exactly, people died. I told him it could be lots of different ways. "Do they go into the forest?" he queried. "Ummm... they could go to the forest," I replied. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Old people go to the forest and then they die." He seems to have it all figured out, the little spas.