When real things happen to imaginary people

My grandmother, my Dad's mom, passed away earlier this morning.

Dad is, understandably, numb.

I never got to spend as much time as I wanted with Grandma Vida, as she lived in California. But she was warm, funny, and flamboyant. I look a lot like her, and I have some similar personality quirks.

If you can, please spare a thought for her, and for my Dad, who is having to cope with a lot right now.