Transitions
My grandfather died a little over an hour ago. My dad phoned just now from his home in Denver to let me know. He seems okay. The men in this family are like pillars of strength, but we are raised to be even stronger–and present–for our elders. I’m not sure what all I’m feeling right now, but extreme sadness is the one emotion I’m certain of. If I am any mere fraction of the man that my grandfather was, or that my dad is, I could leave this life a contented person, and with few regrets. I’ve got to catch a flight west as soon as I can. Check with you all later.
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- January 5, 2006 / 2:09 am
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