but I'm not sure how I feel. Sure, I'm sad, but not as much as I expected. She was 100 years old (possibly 101 - she was born in Russia and we had a couple of different birthdates for her). I've been on some meds lately, so I don't know if they are having an effect on my response. Up until a few years ago, she was totally with it. Her memory went downhill very quickly. She had been otherwise relatively healthy, though in a nursing home near my aunt because of the memory issues. It was really in the last couple of days that her general health declined, but my father didn't say anything. So on one hand, she lived a very long life, but on the other hand, she wasn't really suffering from any debilitating illness. I do feel somewhat guilty because it has been a while since I've seen her, partially because she really didn't recognize anyone but my father and aunt, and even them not all the time. I was at my brother's house earlier before we got the news. I am moving down to Florida in less than a week, and I was telling him I wanted to go see her before then. Going to the nursing home from where I live is a haul, so I didn't want to go by myself. I guess it doesn't matter now.