Life...

Oh, life.  You deal us more than we can take.  Some people can deal.  Some people can't.  Take my gramma.  She has had much too much sorrow for one wonderful person to handle.  Her sister passed away not very long ago from cancer.  My grampa has cancer.  And now her neice passed away from cancer last night.
It was weird.  Dianne.  I used to work with her.  And I didn't like her very much.  I always thought she was too snobby, too old, stuck in her ways.  But she was my co-worker; she was also Family.  Last night, my mom phoned me to tell me that Dianne had been diagnosed with liver cancer back in November or something like that, and just yesterday, she went to go for a tour of the cancer clinic, and instead ended up in a coma.  One minute, she was fine, the next...  My mom told me the doctors didn't expect her to make it through the night.  I told Chris this, and instead of acting sympathetic, he proceeds to point out everyone's flaws, which is what he does whenever I am going through something tough in my life.  Not that Dianne's passing is tough, but it's definitely a shock.  Not even an hour later, I am on Facebook, and I get a message from a "friend" saying that Dianne had passed away.  Not exactly how I wanted to find out, but I don't think she realized that I was related to her.  It's odd--when my mom and I were on the phone, and she was telling me that Dianne was sick, she had already passed.
I really want to go to the funeral, to be there for my gramma, and to support the family, even though I don't know half of them.  It is an extremely large family.  I am hoping that Chris will come with me.  I doubt he will, but maybe if I tell him how important it is for me, he will.  Unless it's during the week, then I will understand, because he can't miss work.
Anyway, Dianne, I love ya!  Hope you're somewhere warm and tropical, and enjoying yourself like you've never enjoyed yourself before!