I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. When something good starts happening to me, I know something bad is coming.
This morning my grandmother died. I told my wife last week I didn't think she'd be around much longer and I wanted to see her and let her see the baby before she dies. We didn't make it. That was the last of my grandparents.
We'll be flying out tomorrow to see her remains in Poughkeepsie.
I don't really want to go, but I know my dad needs me right now.