February 8th, my Grandma died

My Dad called me that day, and he told me that my Grandma had passed away. I don't know - somehow that didn't surprise me. Nothing surprises me any more. When I went to the viewing, and I saw her in the tackiest dress that she would have never wore (I don't know who chose it), it opened up in the front - too low cut. My grandmother was a very conservative person - she didn't like to show skin, but she was showing a lot of skin. They didn't tell me the funeral was the other day. I could have gone to the funeral too, but my Dad didn't tell me. His reason was I didn't need him to take me, I could use the adapted transport, which I'm going to right now. Some people don't use their heads. They take everything for granted. They don't know what they have until it's all gone. Some people are a little stupid. Maybe if I remember, I might continue. But my memory is like Dora on Finding Nemo. That's all I have to say.