Last of a generation

I'm a bit late posting this, but a week ago on Sunday my Dad rang me up at lunchtime to tell me that his mother had died early that morning. There's not much to be said about that that I didn't say when my (other) Grandad died. She has spent the last six years in a nursing home after a debilitating stroke, so this news really just comes as confirmation of what we already knew. I don't think I have actually seen her since this picture was taken in December 2003:

Her funeral is tomorrow, so smallclanger and I will be driving North this evening — and since it will be nearly the weekend we'll stay for a couple of days and maybe have a small week-early Fourth Birthday celebration.

Don't post too much while we are gone!