The saga continues.

The rest of the summer remained quiet.  Fire season was also very mellow. 
In October, on Halloween, I got a call from my Mom.  My grandmother had passed away.  She had been declining, not eating and was finally ready to go.  And she did. 
I thought I would be a mess, instead I felt relief for her.  She had been struggling since the first of the year.  Now she could truly rest.
I didn't go to the funeral.  I can't handle funerals.  I had said goodbye in my own way while visiting her the previous February.  I didn't really want to be around a bunch of people during that time.  My grandmother would understand my decision.