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Sep. 16th, 2010 04:07 pmMy mom called me at noon to tell me that my grandfather (dad's side) had passed away. I hate that expression. I guess people are always trying to make it sound a little better but it just really... doesn't. I wasn't even sure if she really meant my dad's dad at first because my other grandfather, her father, is the one that has been in the poorest health this year. I was painting Evie's bookcase while she was painting on paper. My dad had gone over on his lunch break from work, as he always does, to check on him, and found him there in his chair. He turned 90 in July so I mean, it's not like this is terribly unexpected, except that it's so unexpected.
If that makes sense.
I don't even know what else to say. I'm still at home because... I guess I could go up to my parents and try to help, but I just can't see taking Evie up there when so much is going on and her grandparents are not going to be acting like themselves and no one wants to play. My uncle, dad's brother, still doesn't (didn't?) know about it last time I talked to them. They were out of town at a convention in St. Louis and don't have a cell phone. Geez, who doesn't have a cell phone these days? heh. I found Dad a phone number for the organization holding the convention and... I don't know if he's going to be able to get through to anyone who can help him page them or not.
Anyway, I thought a distraction would be in order, so I went and pulled down the Playmobil dollhouse that M bought for Evie in a yard sale when she was way too little to play with it, and Evie and I worked for a while on putting it together. Or, I put it together while she played around me and occasionally knocked things down. She was so sweet, though. She came over several times and patted on me and told me not to cry and not to be sad, and she painted me a picture that would make me not cry anymore (it said "I love you") and she sang me a sweet little song to cheer me up. There has also been prominent applications of television this afternoon. M would have come home from work but.. what could he do, you know?
So there's my day.
If that makes sense.
I don't even know what else to say. I'm still at home because... I guess I could go up to my parents and try to help, but I just can't see taking Evie up there when so much is going on and her grandparents are not going to be acting like themselves and no one wants to play. My uncle, dad's brother, still doesn't (didn't?) know about it last time I talked to them. They were out of town at a convention in St. Louis and don't have a cell phone. Geez, who doesn't have a cell phone these days? heh. I found Dad a phone number for the organization holding the convention and... I don't know if he's going to be able to get through to anyone who can help him page them or not.
Anyway, I thought a distraction would be in order, so I went and pulled down the Playmobil dollhouse that M bought for Evie in a yard sale when she was way too little to play with it, and Evie and I worked for a while on putting it together. Or, I put it together while she played around me and occasionally knocked things down. She was so sweet, though. She came over several times and patted on me and told me not to cry and not to be sad, and she painted me a picture that would make me not cry anymore (it said "I love you") and she sang me a sweet little song to cheer me up. There has also been prominent applications of television this afternoon. M would have come home from work but.. what could he do, you know?
So there's my day.
