Today is my grandmother's birthday. 83rd I believe. Last night, my mother found out that my grandmother has a tumor on her brain, which explains the random bouts of numbness she has. A few months ago, her respiratory doctor told us to just make sure that my grandmother was comfortable, which is just a kind way of saying she didn't have much longer. Seeing my mom break down is the worst part for me. I'm okay with death. It's expected. I'm not okay with seeing people grieve. I'm sure the next few months will be rough. I guess we'll just have to deal.

And I'm out of Jameson.