Those of you that have been reading my journals know that, lately, I've been really stressed over the situation with my cousin. Well, things finally seem to be stabilizing for her, but she's going to be in the hospital for quite a while, and she's on chemotherapy.

That's the good news.

I has finally starting to relax, knowing that she was doing better, but something happened tonight that took that relaxation away. This, though, doesn't involve my cousin. It involves my great-grandmother (on my stepdad's side).

I rarely use my Facebook anymore due to the amount of spam messages and things I get on it, but I keep it just in case family need to get hold of me. I got a message about an hour or so ago from my birth mother. She said she needed to talk to me as soon as possible. Now, something I need to say here, I don't talk with my mom very often anymore, but most times I do it's because something bad has happened. Tonight was no exception.

I just got off the phone with her, and I was told my great-grandmother (age 93) passed away of a stroke yesterday morning. I wasn't extremely close to her, but she was still a very sweet woman, and, when I was younger, she always had some form of candy to give me and my brothers. She was fun to talk to, too.

Naturally, hearing the news that she passed away, owing to me already being upset over my cousin, really hurts. Yes, she was old and she was bound to go eventually anyway, but it doesn't erase the fact that I'm sad she's gone.

Here I was thinking things were finally going to start looking up again. Guess I was wrong.

Sorry for the depressing read, but I needed to get this out.