What a bizarre day.
A lot happened in the last three hours, the events of which have included crying in the parking lot of a bank, packing clothes to abruptly leave town and contemplating the best way to let people know about all of this.

I started this morning groggy and annoyed that I had to get up early after a night of reading instead of sleeping to go to a dentists appointment. Everything was very uneventful until I got out of the dentist's office and was informed my mother, through a choked, quivering voice, that my grandfather had passed away earlier that day.

That was a very strange moment where I knew I should be crying and grieveing, but wasn't able to react at all.

The next few minutes were spent listening to my parents try to make sense of it and my littlest sister complain how she hungry (having not eaten her breakfast earlier that morning). It all finally became real for me when my aunt called and I listened as my mother told her sister that their father had died. We were on our way home so we had to pull off the road into the Credit Union's parking lot so my mother could talk to her.

I can't imagine what that moment must have been like for them.
The concept that one day I'll recieve a call like that from my own sister with news that one of our parents had passed-- or that I'll have to be the one making that call-- just won't leave my head.

We're now trying to leave town and get to Sacramento to be with my Grandma and other family members as soon as possible. I'm apprehensive about the next few days since I imagine they'll be hard on everyone. This will certainly be an experience that will stay with all of us, but I think we're all doing alright so far.
I also have awesome friends who send me Doctor Who images to cheer me up-- they know me so well :)

Hopefully my little sisters deal with it as well as they can; the youngest is five years old. Having been through a similar(ish-- but that's a story for another day) experience when I was about her age, I know it probably won't be the actual idea of death that bothers her, but having to see her family grieving that will be the most upsetting.


Basically, I wasn't sure about the ettiquite about telling this kind of thing to others.
Usually I'm such a private person that I wouldn't really do this, but I know I'll probably disappear from the internet for a few days and it seemed like I ought to explain why.