My Grandmother passed this morning at 4:00 AM.  Being that she was on double dose of Morphine is her drip, she was pretty much comatose.  So it was a blessing for her.  It is just oddly strange for the rest of us.  Ninety five years is a long time.  It seems unatural that she is not going to be here to torture the rest of us on a regular basis.  That sounds mean, but she would have been the first one to say that you only fight with the ones you love.  She lived by that and I swear she enjoyed arguing with her loved ones.  Odd, but true.  She was a true force of nature.