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Friday:
drove to Tarry Town from Buffalo. Got to grandma's. Went to visit grandpa in the hospital. held his hand. couldn't take it. went into town with adam and karen. got a call from my mom. went to the hotel. got a call from my dad. And it was done.
After seven month in a nursing home and years of un-health, and weeks of not eating and days of kiney failure, and after i hadn't seen him, regrettably, in over a year, he died not even two hours after my brother and I said good bye.
I think that makes it better, because even tough he was a shell of the great man he used to be, he still was spirited enough and strong enough to hang on until he saw his first grandson and first grandaughter.
Saturday: city, empty fun.
Sunday: family, for the first time in five years my entire family was here with all of Uncle Barry's family. we talked about jerry and decided on who was saying what at the service.
today: was surreal. i've never lost anyone before. i've watched my friends lose their fathers and i've seen kids die at school, but i've never lost someone whom i loved. i've never gone with the funeral procession to the grave site. i've never thrown dirt on the casket.
now i have, and it's still surreal. but chiva is good, a big celebration of grandpa J's life. grandma's kickin' ass
i'll be home tomorrow, and i'll be glad. i miss scott and the bean, and normality, but i don't want to "go back to reality" because this is real. it just doesn't feel real.
drove to Tarry Town from Buffalo. Got to grandma's. Went to visit grandpa in the hospital. held his hand. couldn't take it. went into town with adam and karen. got a call from my mom. went to the hotel. got a call from my dad. And it was done.
After seven month in a nursing home and years of un-health, and weeks of not eating and days of kiney failure, and after i hadn't seen him, regrettably, in over a year, he died not even two hours after my brother and I said good bye.
I think that makes it better, because even tough he was a shell of the great man he used to be, he still was spirited enough and strong enough to hang on until he saw his first grandson and first grandaughter.
Saturday: city, empty fun.
Sunday: family, for the first time in five years my entire family was here with all of Uncle Barry's family. we talked about jerry and decided on who was saying what at the service.
today: was surreal. i've never lost anyone before. i've watched my friends lose their fathers and i've seen kids die at school, but i've never lost someone whom i loved. i've never gone with the funeral procession to the grave site. i've never thrown dirt on the casket.
now i have, and it's still surreal. but chiva is good, a big celebration of grandpa J's life. grandma's kickin' ass
i'll be home tomorrow, and i'll be glad. i miss scott and the bean, and normality, but i don't want to "go back to reality" because this is real. it just doesn't feel real.
