Nov 04, 2007 11:41
My brother called me about a half an hour ago.
My paternal grandfather just died.
This is something really strange for me. I've met this guy only a handful of times in my life, but I have this amazingly well-formed image in my head of him. My father spent my whole childhood telling unflattering stories about "Gudgeon" and the crappy father that he was. Of course, they were told in a funny way. I realize now that he really didn't understand my grandmother or my father that well, and he just dealt with it in a typical English emotional-detached way (divorce and boarding school).
The funeral is going to be in South Africa. Even though its probably not a good idea to miss a lot of school at this point, I want to go. Not that many people came to my dad's funeral, and it made me sad. My brother also really wants to go. Of course, it could be over Thanksgiving, in which case I wouldn't see everyone, which would be really sad, too.
I have this really blank feeling. I want to be sad, but I can't force myself to be.
I hardly know him.