The End

[iesika]

 Cousin passed away this afternoon. I'm leaving tomorrow after class for the visitation, staying the night, and skipping work tomorrow for the funeral. Mom's already up there with the babies (who call her Nindy, which is what she once told me she wants her grandchildren to call her - it's what Cousin called her when they were kids. I think she is subconsciously preparing to step in as grandmother, as Cousin's mother is in very, very poor health and losing her husband, a few years ago, nearly killed her.)

I feel a little bit drugged.