My mother called yesterday afternoon at 4:28 to tell me that my grandmother (my maternal grandmother) had died earlier in the day. Spooky and I left Atlanta immediately. There's not much of my family I care for, but I loved my grandmother deeply. Born on May 27, 1914, my grandmother, Mary Elizabeth Ramey (née, Satterfield) was an amazing woman. She showed me aspects of the world that I might never have found on my own. And I'm quite beyond words just now. I'll be back in Atlanta on Thursday, most likely. I'm not sure if I'll be making another entry before then. There's much to be done here.