The primary thing that made today a lousy one: I had just finished my sortie and was getting ready to deal with other happenstances when I got paged to go to the Ops Desk. Corey, the Samurai’s Aviation Resource Management Journeyman extraordinaire handed me the phone and said "It’s your Mom."
I think I said something to the effect "You mean ‘My wife,’ right?"
"No, it’s really your Mom," he replied.
Thinking this had to be some sort of joke, I took the handset and answered "Major Penningroth."
It really was my Mom. She had called to let me know Grandma Penningroth had just passed away.
So as I was heading earthward from the heavens from my sortie this morning, her soul passed by. I’m sure she blew me a kiss. That was what she did.
I’m sorry to hear of your grandma’s passing.