She is on her way out *edit* – she is gone

Mama texted me at 4:08am, asking me to call her.  I didn’t wake up for another hour.

The night-time nurse, Angela, called my sister home from work early.  Today will probably be Nanny’s last day with us.

I don’t know what to think, feel, or do right now.

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As soon as I hit enter on this entry, my sister called.  Nanny is gone.

Goddamnit.