She's Gone

We were at a Christmas party Saturday night when we got the news.  Grandma passed away.
We were supposed to visit her on Sunday. 
I didn't get to say, "Goodbye."
She would've been 81 today.  I know she was suffering, slowly slipping away, not getting enough air...
But I'm still having trouble knowing that I'm never going to hear her voice again or see her cuddling her great-grand babies.
I miss her.
My DH took our daughters Christmas shopping yesterday and I took the time to have a minor breakdown.
I cried and cried.  Cleansed myself.  I'd felt the grief clawing up my throat threatening to choke me.  It was a relief to finally release it, somewhat.
Now the funeral...