And. A kind of ironic sequel to my previous post.
Just got a call from my mom. My remaining grandfather died this morning, her father, whom luckily I was able to visit only last month. He was 92.
Goodbye, Grandpa. I loved you a lot and I'll miss you.
Don't know anything more yet; e.g. when the funeral will be, or whether I'll be able to be there for it. My mom and her sister are going to fly down tomorrow to be with my grandma and do whatever needs doing. I really hope I can go, but I have two MA students defending their theses in the next couple of weeks, and that's just not postponable.
Also, I may not answer any comments right away. I actually do have to read and comment on one of those theses tonight... maybe a good distraction, in a way.
Goodbye, Grandpa. I loved you a lot and I'll miss you.
Don't know anything more yet; e.g. when the funeral will be, or whether I'll be able to be there for it. My mom and her sister are going to fly down tomorrow to be with my grandma and do whatever needs doing. I really hope I can go, but I have two MA students defending their theses in the next couple of weeks, and that's just not postponable.
Also, I may not answer any comments right away. I actually do have to read and comment on one of those theses tonight... maybe a good distraction, in a way.