Sorry it's been quiet here lately. I've been getting ready for a huge work event that just happened last night. It was an incredible success, like throwing the mother of all parties and then having everything happen pretty seamlessly, with your friends all showing up and the entertainment going off without a hitch and very few worries or problems.
I was still riding the high of a great night when I got a very bad phone call this morning. Grandpa Jack passed away in his sleep last night. He'd been sick for a very long time with emphysema but had been okay at Christmas. The drugs he was on were doing bad things to his skin, though, so he couldn't be on them a lot.
When WWII broke out he lied about his age and joined up, then he came back and became a fire fighter and worked his way up to be chief. It was from inhaling all that smoke that he got emphysema. I always think it's ironic because usually people get it from being heavy smokers, and in this case he got it from helping other people.
So tomorrow I fly home to Minnesota at seven-fifteen am, which means I have to be at the airport at five-thirty. I'll be back on Sunday afternoon and hope to be ready to go back to work.
I just got off the phone with the flower people. I'm sending my grandma some flowers but they can't guarantee delivery before noon on Friday and of course the service on Friday starts at NINE, so I moved the address to her house, but they won't deliver them there if no one's home, which of course, no one will be because we'll all be at the service, or if it's cold, and of course it's about two degrees in Minnesota right now.
It's been a hell of a day. I've talked to my sister and cried with her on the phone, but no one can reach my brother, so I don't know if he even knows what's happened. I still can't believe that yesterday Grandpa Jack was alive and today he's not. Somewhere in the middle of the night, when we were all sleeping, the space between his breaths kept getting bigger and bigger, until there was nothing but space.
I sort of want to spend the rest of the night doing one of two things: eating or drinking. Stress eating has always been something I've excelled at and the fridge has an unopened bottle of wine in it, so I think I'm all set to drown my sorrows.
I'll post again when I come up for air and get back into town. In the meantime, be well all of you out there in my world. Peace.