So, I just got a call from my mother. I knew as soon as I heard her voice...

Today, about 1pm, my O-Ba-Chan passed away.

I know it was for the best. She was miserable. I just felt like I took a slug to the chest though. She didn't look that bad. But, I guess I was right when I felt that she was probably done and tired of it all.

I'll miss her. I wasn't close these last years of my life, but she was very dear to me. She took care of me when I was small. When my mother wanted her weekends to herself, I slept at my grandmother's.

I remember the panic I went thru during the riots in L.A. in the 90's. When they were talking about the looting and fires in the Crenshaw district and showed pictures of the Auto parts store next to the old Missile Bowl on Crenshaw and Exposition. I freaked out because her home was right down that tiny street from the bowling alley and I could see it in the footage.

Wow. I know I'm rambling. I better go now.