The Unexpected

We received news late Thursday night that Brandon's grandmother had a stroke and fell at some point earlier in the day and was found in her car port by one of her friends. The only news we had was that she was being sent to a hospital near Birmingham. We went to bed thinking that older people have falls, she'll be fine, they were just taking her to see what, if any, injuries she had. Friday morning I got a call from Brandon who said that she was unresponsive, on life support and her kidneys were starting to shut down.  They were going to do an EEG to test brain activity. An hour later, I received a tearful call that there was no brain activity and that they were going to take her off of life support. Whoa. It all happened so fast, I guess we really just didn't expect it to be this bad. Brandon obviously left work and drove to Alabama and I stayed here waiting for news. Her sister insisted that they do one more test on Saturday to test for improvement (I would've done the same). Their feelings were confirmed--the test showed even less brain activity than the one Friday night. The family made the decision to take her off life support and she died shortly thereafter. I'll be traveling down to Alabama tomorrow and coming back Tuesday after the funeral. All of this has really made me think about the unexpected. There are quotes everywhere and people say stuff all the time, "live like you were dying today", "you never know what tomorrow brings"...but it's true. I would have never thought that last Sunday would be the last time I heard Brandon talk to his Nana or the last time he would get off the phone and say, "Nana said to tell her granddaughter hello". You just never know.
Besides that, I'm sitting at home all by myself. No Husband. No dog. And it's lonely. I did get to see my mom for a brief time last night and today. Surprisingly, it actually felt like a long visit. We did quite a bit of shopping and ate at our favorite brunch place. I tried to teach my mom how to work her new cell phone. Did I mention that her old cell phone still had an antenna??!! 6 years old. I chuckled when the lady at Verizon asked me if I wanted insurance on it. She hates change but I think she likes it. Oh, and my dad got his own cell phone for the first time. When they showed up for my wedding with walkie talkies in the car, I knew we needed to do something.
In summary, crappy, but somewhat productive weekend. I'll get to see Brandon tomorrow (which won't be a run in to your arms kind of moment), but because of his work schedule, I haven't really seen him in about 5 days and I'll get to see my doodle bear Millie and my sister at the end of the week hopefully. Back to watching football and packing. Can I just say I do NOT miss working football? Ok, I said it.