John's grandmother, known to us as Muncie, but known by many as Gloria, Magdalena, or Golda, passed away this past Tuesday.
She lived a long, full, and lively life, and was the matriarch of a truly incredible family that I have had the remarkable luck of being welcomed and folded into. She has left behind a bottomless trove of fond memories for all of us-- many of them oriented around her insatiable desire to feed us all : ) -- and it's safe to say that Florida will not be the same without her. I haven't really dealt with death in my adult years, and I'm finding that it is difficult to fully grasp the permanence of the thing. It seems to come in waves; when you realize you won't kiss their soft, papery cheek again; you won't hear their pop of laughter interjected into a conversation again; you won't dial their number again. There is a reality to that that settles in over days and weeks, which is where the real loss will reveal itself.