My grandma passed away last night. I didn't know until this morning on my way to training. I had a message from my step-mom and I could tell in her voice something happened. She didn't come out and say it, but I knew. I tried to call her on my to work out at 4:30 this morning. I know that was insensitive of me, I just couldn't wait. Of course, she was asleep like normal people so I left a message. Then Niki suggested I call the hospital, so I did. They were really nice.

When I was done training at six, I then called my dad who was also asleep, and he confirmed what I already knew. They didn't get home until close to 1 AM so of course I felt like even more of a Jacka$$ for calling so early. I mean I knew there was nothing I could do. I KNEW they had to be tired, but selfishly I wanted to hear their voices.

I am glad I saw grandma Saturday. She is totally in a better place. She is chillin with God and all the other peeps up there. She is not hurting AT ALL and she is for sure watching over us. She can feel and use her hands now and she is either walking or has an awesome motorized chair that she can zoom around in. I am not sure which, maybe she can walk and has the chair just for fun. Either way, she is better.

I am sorry to blog about something so sad, but really it is only sad for those of us still here who miss her. For those of you who do the whole praying thing, it would be great if you could pray for my family. I know all the good thoughts will find there way to them!