So.....

My great grandmother died this morning.
And I'm sad.
It's been 4 years since I saw her last, and 8 years since she had her massive stroke.
It was such a shock hearing that she had passed away.
It seems so surreal.
8 years ago, she had a massive stroke and almost died. The doctors gave her only 2 weeks to live.
As I said, that was 8 years ago.
At the beginning of the month, she caught pneumonia. The doctors said that she could go either way, but I knew that she was going to be ok.
She was a fighter.
But this morning, right after I came in the door from the gym, my grandmother called with the news.
I was.... shocked.
I didn't think she could die.
She was Muffmama.
The lady who, from as far back as I can remember, was as tough as they come. She never said I love you, she never cried, and she always had a ton of yummy cookies in her [pantry.
Even when she had the stroke, she was brave.
Her whole left side of her body was paralyzed, and still she tried to work with it.
She did physical excercises, and gained partial controll of her left side.
And now, she's gone.
And I'm crying again.
It's so hard to believe that after all this time, all of this work, and all of... everything, she's gone.
Never to come back.
And that makes me so sad, it's unbelievable.
I always saw her as the strongest lady I had ever known.
She was my pillar.
And she's gone.

I don't know why this is hitting me so hard.
My mom said that it wasn't a surprise, that we all knew it would happen.
But I didn't.


So, this was just a little blurb to get it off my chest.