My family has snapped. They're somewhere in the middle of North Carolina as we speak, and I'm getting texts from 3 out of 4 of them about how the Carolinas should forever be called the Crackalackins, because it's more fun to say.
Here's one of the last pics of my Gramma, btw. She doesn't look like she's almost 90. She was still working and living on her own. This is why we're all just so devastated. But when it's your time, it's your time. I just keep reminding myself that old people die. It's going to be very weird not getting a birthday card from her this year. I know that sounds superficial, but she had this amazing gift to know exactly when to send a card and it would get to you, on your birthday, covered in stickers and smiley faces. Motherfucker, that is KILLING ME RIGHT NOW.