I'm paralyzed by grief. This time it's for my grandmother. She's 96 and had a stroke this morning. Or at least that's when they noticed she stopped talking. If my gut serves me right, that's why I woke up in the middle of the night last night. Panic stricken. Unable to shake off a feeling.

We're in a holding pattern now. Waiting to hear news, with heavy hearts. And lots of tears.