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Grandma Flemen Passes Away

My grandmother passed away on Friday.  I'm in New York again.

If anyone wants to know where I am today, it'll be here:

Stutzmann R & Son
22439 Jamaica Ave
Jamaica, NY 11428-2019
(718) 465-3210

2-4  7-9 on tues
Wed  9:45am funeral

I'm late on informing the world.  Sorry for the late info.   It's been a rough couple of week.  If anyone wishes to offer respects, please donate to your local food bank.  If you knew my grandma, you will understand perfectly.  No one ever went hungry in grandma's house.

Makes No Difference If You Do

All right I admit it. I look like a Depeche Mode fan who happens to be homeless. So I noticed while marooned in the Houston airport I was being looked on with distain by these fellow airport refugees. And I almost got mad. It's been rough getting home. The past 24 hours have not been kind to me:

Got into an online chat argument with someone from Boingo Airport Wi-Fi.

I almost lost this entry due to my blogging software crashing into airport wifi internet access due to vindictive airport wifi online chatting employees.

An airport shop sold me a broken extra battery device and made it so I can't return it - in the guise of helping me. 100 bucks worth of fraud which I would have caught had it not been for...

I almost lost this entry due to my blogging software crashing into airport wifi.

My work help desk failed to copy the correct drivers on my laptop so I could use wireless to catch up on my neglected work.

My flight was cancelled and it's replacement was delayed by 6 hours landing me in Houston.

And hey, I've been spending the last week in an ICU unit holding my unconscious grandmother's hand. Sleep is something my family and I have kind of let drop off our radar during our visits.

Meh.

I'm almost home. Plus - I got to see and talk with my very accomplished uncles, aunts, and cousins. All of them seem to wonder why I look like a Depeche Mode fan. And I get to go home and maybe sleep for an hour or two.

Despite all this, I'm going to act like Life's comic relief. After all, if I'm not making them laugh, I'm causing them great physical discomfort which is lowering their immune systems to something I might have picked up from the hospital. He he. And it will be right before their expensive cruise. And that might take out more people who look down on tired looking geeks.

Oh well. And remember, I'm not evil. I'm just well informed. ;-)

My Scythe Needs Sharpening

My grandmother had a nasty fall last week. It highlighted some serious health issues which were not known. And she's my last grandparent. I'm typing this in the hospital. My mom and I have been spending our nights/mornings here. 

I might be flying back to Texas tomorrow night. Poor Bren has been taking care of Jade solo for the last week. The picture by the way is from my gram's house and her pink roses.

Of course one thing I noticed with all this is how people dedicate time to how much to go on. Seriously, I love my grandma lots. But the way she's hooked up, I just want her to pass on. It's painful watching someone with so many wires and tubes. It's the dark side of technology - having so many devices dedicated to save lives, but in the case of my 86 year old grandma, it's prolonging the pain and dragging on her last chapter. I wish I could let her move on with a thought. But standard operating procedures keep holding her back.