My world fell apart in a moment

Friday the 13th.
4:53 pm
cell phone rings.
"Hey, what are you doin?"
I'm out getting groceries, gas, and wally world running, why?
hysterical sobbing begins......from both of us.
"She's gone, the sheriff just called me and said they found her."
Who's gone? What are you talking about?
"Grandma Gen, she's gone." They found her a while ago on the floor in her bedroom."
I don't really believe it, how can it be?
"hang on, I gotta another call"
Circling in and out of the gas station, listening to silence in my ear, trying to process what I just heard and heading towards home, I just had to get to dh and the kids.
"I'm back".
I can't believe it. I just can't. Does Dad and everyone else know?
"He's on his way out to her house now to meet with the sheriff.
Ok, I'm on my way home, I'll call you back and let you know if I'm coming up tonight or in the morning.

I don't remember anything else until I got home and collapsed in dh's arms and the kids. We all stood in the doorway and hugged each other. I somehow managed to spit out that Grandma Gen had died.

My grandma meant the absolute world to me. My mother died in 1992, ironically, also on a Friday the 13th. I was so close to my grandma. We chatted every Sunday evening for about an hour. I could list the things I loved about her and I'd never run out of things to say. She was the world.

She had the flu last April and then came down with what the Dr's. thought were shingles. She battled that all summer and in August broke her hip and had to have that replaced. She had recuperated from that well, and it was determined late fall that she had blistering disease and not shingles after all. They were able to give her medicines that had finally healed up all but one spot on her cheek. After trying umpteen gazillion different medicines, the pathology report came back that it was Anthrax poisoning! It was then they decided to put a port in to administer antibiotics intravenously. They gave her the first dose on the 12th. As far as we know she got up the morning of the 13th, was getting dressed and died at that point in time. We'll never know if it was a heart attack, stroke, or the medicines were too strong for her. I do know she was sooooo tired of fighting the sore on her face. It stung badly, tingled, oozed, blistered, and was raw all of the time. It started out the size of a half-dollar and ended up being all over the side of her face and down her neck. I am so thankful she's in a place where she is healed perfectly. I'm grateful for all the years I had with her. But God, I miss her more than life itself. When I would hear people say they couldn't wait to be reunited with their loved ones in heaven, I didn't understand that until now. I know the time here is just a blip on our way to our eternal home, and I have a family here on this earth to take care of, but I know I will rejoice the day I get to be with her again.

Grandma Gen, I love you and miss you with every ounce of my being. God rest your soul. "Teen"