My grandfather died this morning. Or I guess, afternoon, due to the time zone difference. Either way, when I woke up this morning there was an email… It was just a few hours ago though. That’s a really strange and bad feeling. Normally you think of death as a state — either someone is alive or dead — rather than as an event. Or at least when it comes to family. He had been really sick and deteriorating since he broke his leg last fall, so it wasn’t unexpected… and his children were all taking turns visiting him almost every day in his last weeks, so despite the sadness and the being sick, maybe it wasn’t the worst way to go. At least he was with family. It’s a little lonely being out of the loop and away from it all. Since my night is America’s day, and vice versa, I don’t have anyone really to talk to. And I’m going to miss the funeral and memorials… That makes me feel pretty bad. Continue reading →