(Doing family things and forgot to finish this last night. Oops.)
Alex’s grandfather died today. He was 94 and had been confused and uncomfortable in the hospital for a while. We’re grateful that he didn’t stick around for long enough to be miserable or in pain, and grateful that he had about as good and as long a life as you can ask for. We’re also grateful for the family combination of humour and realism, grateful that our friends don’t mind the irreverence, and, selfishly, a little bit grateful that he didn’t die in the middle of Christmas lunch. I’m also pretty homesick right now, wishing that I were closer to my own much-loved family. But that’s ok.