I want to thank everybody who kept me in mind after my last post about my grandfather's death. Your words and thoughts make a huge difference to me. And from earlier posts, you likely know that my grandfather's was a good death. He was ready and he's no longer in pain.

( funeral )

My grandfather died before dawn this morning. Am at my parents' now. Dead tired. About to crash really hard.

My mom emailed me yesterday to let me know that my grandfather's condition -- as expected -- has quickly deteriorated. He is now not able to walk, and has had a hospital bed put in their house. He has hospice care ( Read more... )

The trip home was good. My grandfather -- despite the illness -- was extremely talkative, his humor still sharp. I found myself interested in older relatives, ones I could only barely remember, if even that. So I asked Grand-Daddy about them. He had a lot of stories to tell.

( trees )

I am going back to Fayetteville again this weekend. This is the last completely free weekend I'll have for a while, so I decided to cancel this weekend's queer discussion group and go home to spend some time with Grand-Dad before it's too late ( Read more... )

I am currently actively ignoring how unsettled I am after my trip home. My mother had warned me -- as I mentioned earlier -- that my grandfather is not doing well.

( jimmy )

I don't usually do this, but I feel really out of sorts today (hopefully, just right now)-- actually, agitated and rootless, like I can barely find the focus, energy, time to sort through what really needs attention right now. Like I am spread really thin and have no place to go but thinner, like the ground is giving way. So, I'm just going to ( Read more... )

When I go home, I go down Highway 64. It takes me a little longer (it's a four-hour drive) but it's prettier, more interesting than the northern Miississippi wasteland 4-lane ( Read more... )