One good One bad

I'll start with the bad - my grandma isn't doing so well. She's in a nursing home and over the past couple months has started to go downhill. She was the most fit, healthiest grandma around until she fell down the stairs and broke her hip. Then she's been in the nursing home and slowly been getting worse. She wants to die. My grandpa and aunt (her daughter) passed away already and she knows she will be with them once she dies and that's all she wants now. She hates being a burden and doesn't want my mom to have to look after her anymore. Anyways, my mom called from the nursing home this morning and I zipped up there at lunch. She doesn't look good, she's talking nonsense and I hope for her sake (she would hate to know she was like this) that she passes away and is reunited with Grandpa and Auntie Marlene. It's not about how we feel, it's about what she wants. She doesn't want anyone to know she wants to die (she said this in one of her eversobrief conscious moments) because she thinks it's a sin.

The good? God, I can't remember the good. I got all emotional writing that and now I can't remember what the good thing was....... oh yeah! My financial advisor just called and he's offered to do my taxes! I tried doing them on my own, and even though I worked for 6 years in the financial industry (allbeit from a software point of view) now that I'm married, and with a kid, I can't do my freaking taxes. Every year I say I'll spend the time and learn how to do it properly, and then every year something comes up that I'd rather spend time on (or, with....)