My paternal grandmother died today. I spent the afternoon with a friend of mine from school that I hadn't seen since the semester let out wandering around Midtown, lunch, and then a gorgeous sit in Bryant Park. It was around 5:30 when I returned home. As I walked into my room there was a message in progress from a police officer asking that my father immediately call his mom's house because of a medical emergency. My parents were in NJ at IKEA buying a bookcase, so I gave my dad a call and played the message, and two prior messages, back for him. I won't bore you with the details, but yes, her heart gave out and that was that.
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