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My grandmother died today, at 4:30 in the afternoon. My mother got the call around 6. I don't feel anything. The last time I remember talking to her was when I was 14 years old. The last time I saw her was about a month ago, when me and my mother visited my unconscious grandmother at the hospital. She looked so horrible, laying in that hospital bed. I have no idea of what my mother has plans on doing tomorrow, simply because I spent my afternoon arguing and crying with Alan. I should have been in the kitchen, talking to my mother. I think my mother needed me. When I finally emerged from my room, eyes puffy and my head congested, she had already gone to bed. I am assuming that she called into work, and that she will be doing something involving it tomorrow. Maybe I can come along. I don't want her to be alone with the other members of her family.