My grandmother died a few hours ago, shortly after I purchased a ticket to fly out to see her one last time. At least I won't have to see her in critical condition, but I will never see her again.
Food has tasted a bit bland since I heard the news. My wife says that it's grief. Who knew how bland grief tasted?
I would have pegged it for bitter.
She was a kind woman who spent the last several years battling several medical conditions. I hope her soul fares well, and I will miss her dearly.