aaahhhhh the joys of getting old. watching everyone you knew and cared about die.
does it ever get easier?
you have my condolences grandma Chanti.
If it makes you feel any better, I've always been an insomniac to various degrees, and I can clearly remember the monkees making me smile / jam out hiding under the blankets late at night during "Nick-at-night" reruns, at 7-8 years old.
I could sing you the chorus to the TV show to this day.