My Grandfather on my mom's side of the family passed away yesterday. His heart finally gave out on him. We just lost my Grandmother Topping a couple of months ago too, so it's been a pretty upsetting summer for my family.
I don't want to dwell on it here on this blog or write a long lengthy dissertation on death and dying.
I will say this, though: there is nothing more terrifying than hearing a parent cry. I've seen my mom angry and upset and frustrated and exhausted before. I've seen her cry at the movies for Braveheart and I think she may have even cried from joy on one or two occasions. But I can't remember a time where she was crying from grief. I was lucky in that I spoke with her on the phone, so I didn't have to actually see her distraught. Still, just listening to it is enough to break your heart.
Anyway, enough of that. I'm going home tomorrow for the weekend. The funeral is on Monday. I'll be back in Chicago on Tuesday. For those of you who actually read this thing, I'll try to update the blog while I'm out of town.