Grandma died today.

I'm...I have no idea what to feel. I cried momentarily in my car when my mom called to tell me, but I started thinking about good times...and then those filtered out. Now I don't feel anything, but I think I have to SAY it somehow. I haven't actually said the words out loud, so I've been writing it. Here. In my other journal too.

I'm not even sure what ELSE to say. Will has been, well, Will, since I told him this morning. Mom says the service will be in Michigan sometime after New Year's. Since spring semester doesn't start (for me) until Thurs., Jan. 8, I can fly out to MI the Friday before that.

Will is sooooo understanding about the whole thing, even though it means we'll probably leave Auburn before New Year's. I can't fathom getting back in late one night, and turning right around to get up early, drive to the airport, and get on a plane. I need a couple of days to repack my stuff at least!

I'm gonna go continue being numb...and perhaps have a drink. I don't know what else to do. I know I should be doing things, like starting to pack for Auburn, and studying.

I feel empty.