So, today I'm supposed to fly out to NYC to visit my grnadmother who's been recently moved into the hospital for Hospice care for cancer. She was at home getting care briefly before that as well. I was originally planning to go out there about a week later with a friend who was going down for a conference, but moved the date up when she went into hospice.

I get a call now from my mom, at around 7 am, when my flight leaves at 9:30. Grandmother died in her sleep a few hours ago.

Fucking hell. Once again, I'll take this opportunity to tell all those people who believe in a greater plan for things to shove their holy book of choice up their collective asses. And I hate funerals.