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My grandfather passed away at 4am Wednesday. I found out that night, and after I managed to pull myself together some, I went over to my parents' and spent the night. Dad made pancakes at like, 11pm, which was oddly comforting. THey were very irregular, blobby shaped pancakes which somehow felt appropriate.
I'm driving up to Erie today for Libby and Chris' wedding tomorrow. The Funeral service is Monday, and a memorial at the cemetary is Tuesday morning. I'm glad he was able to make it back to Erie before the end. He was in the hospital where he spent most of his professional career, so I know they took good care of him. And most of his children were there, too. Unfortunately my uncle Bob couldn't make it, but he had been there recently. I'm glad I got the chance to speak with him last weekend before things got too bad.
Everything just seems so empty right now. It's hard to get my head around the fact that he's really gone. HE always seemed so invincible.