My grandmother died yesterday. This isn't really a surprise to any of us, and the emotional impact is muted. After all, she'd spent the last few years in The Home, which is really just the reaper's reception area, and most of her functions - sight, hearing, memory, reasoning - had already faded away.
She'll be buried on Christmas Eve in Odebolt, a town which may not outlive her by long. The weather hasn't been conductive to photography, but I'll try to get you a few pictures of what's left of town.