Ever since I was little I could predict death, when they will go, what will be wearing, general time frame and if I don't know them their name. My grandma died yesterday morning at 94. We all knew it was coming with her slowing decline. We were never close, but I knew more about her from my intuitive dreams then anyone else. Even told my mom things to ask her about in their last visit as I knew it was going to be their goodbye which thankfully gave my mom great closure. I've always been good about allowing the grieving process take it's course, this time I have no idea what to feel. I feel more then nothing but not the something I probably should. I got really drunk last night, no idea why but did. I'm waiting for this to hit me harder. I feel bad I don't feel more, it's not that I didn't love her I find peace in knowing she went pain free, I just am numb. The more people try to console me the more I shut down. I feel like I'm tumbling down the rabbit hole.