My wonderful grandmother died.
She was sick and unwell for a while before she passed and in hospice care for a short time. So it was not unexpected.
However, for a while before she passed we had not been grocery shopping.
I looked in the fridge and realized our option for dinner included spoiled leftovers or dijon mustard.
We had to go to the store. There was no way around it.
I took Princess- she is getting old enough now that she actually can be helpful- and she loves helping. More importantly- she was closer to my grandmother than the other kids and was having a hard time with the loss. I thought it would be important to have some time with her to talk about our grandmother's death.
While we went shopping she chattered on- like nine year old girls do. When we got to check out the cashier was making small talk. Here is what ensued.
Cashier: Hows your day going?
Princess: Its awful.
Me: (getting nervous)-- Yep, it sure is hot out.
Cashier: It certainly is.
Princess: Yeah- that and my grandmother is dead.
*cue awkward silence*
I don't think she ever checked anyone out faster after that.
Maybe we need to find a new grocery store.
But looking back it is hysterical. I mean- she just laid it out there, no sugar coating.