Traveling

My grandmother died about a week ago. It was completely expected; she has been going downhill for a year, and a couple of days before we were told that her kidneys had shut down. The tragedy wasn't her death, but her long illness. Also, while she lived 15 minutes away by foot when I was growing up, and I saw her frequently, I wasn't close to her. She was the matriarch of a large family (7 children, 13 grandchildren), so when we visited I was one of many children there. I was (and am) much closer to my dad's parents.

So I went up to Pennsylvania for her funeral on Wednesday, and because I am still teaching, it was a quick trip: I planned to get there Tuesday night, go to the funeral on Wednesday, and fly back home Wednesday night. ( That's not quite what happened, though... )