My grandmother died this morning. About 10:30 this morning. She had pneumonia (however you spell it). She had been struggling to breath for the past few days, and finally passed on this morning. She had her eyes open most of the time, but we don't think she really knew what was going on. I'm glad she wasn't suffering any more. She was a very strong woman. Wouldn't take crap off of anybody till the day she died. Raised 7 kids just about by herself. My grandfather died when my mom was a teenager I believe. Supposely she interviewed the 3 Stooges when she was a teenager for a theater she worked at. Her father died when a bridge collapsed in Pittsburgh when she was an infant. We're about to leave to go meet with the rest of my family. Not sure where they're going to be, nursing home, funeral home, or my parents house. Hopefully find out soon. Sorry, I'm rambling.