Portends of things to come

My paternal grandmother is not doing well. She's a few weeks shy of her 98th birthday, and we don't know if she'll make it. Frankly, at this point, I want her to go Home, where she won't be suffering, where her quality of life is restored above and beyond anything she ever had here on Earth.
For all that I've spent most of my life far away from all family, I'm really close to Gramma. I inherited a lot of my better qualities from her, and we're physically almost identical.
She's given us scares like this before, and she always pulled through. One of these days, as you might expect, she won't bounce back. That could be soon, that could be years from now. We don't know. But I have a suspicion that it could be sooner than later.
So this is to let you know that while I will do my utmost to keep the update schedule, there may be a week where I drop off the radar and don't answer anything or make posts. Be sure to follow me on Twitter if you aren't already; I'll probably post things there first. Thank you for all your support, and here's to more story telling!
Dream the impossible. Happen to life.
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*hugs* Not much else I can
*hugs*
Not much else I can say really.
*hugs again*
Becka
(shutsumon on twitter)
Gramma's doing better. Like
Gramma's doing better. Like the Timex watch of American Pop Culture fame, she takes a licking and keeps on ticking.
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