Death in the family
This morning (Tuesday the 7th), my fiancée's maternal grandmother passed away. It hit us pretty hard. Early in the day, I could not stop crying, mainly from my weird brand of sympathy.
There are a couple of things I thought of pretty quickly when I learned the news. First, that it must be incredibly hard for the widower. This I could relate to very well, because all I had to do was recall how I felt when I lost my wife (to separation, not to death), then multiply by some huge factor.
The other thing I thought of was the episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation in which Tasha Yar dies. At the end, following the memorial service, Data and Picard have the following exchange:
Data: Sir - the purpose of this gathering... confuses me.
Picard: Oh? How so?
Data: My thoughts are not for Tasha, but for myself. I keep thinking how empty it will be without her presence. Did I miss the point?
Picard: No, you didn't, Data. You got it.
There are a couple of things I thought of pretty quickly when I learned the news. First, that it must be incredibly hard for the widower. This I could relate to very well, because all I had to do was recall how I felt when I lost my wife (to separation, not to death), then multiply by some huge factor.
The other thing I thought of was the episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation in which Tasha Yar dies. At the end, following the memorial service, Data and Picard have the following exchange:
Data: Sir - the purpose of this gathering... confuses me.
Picard: Oh? How so?
Data: My thoughts are not for Tasha, but for myself. I keep thinking how empty it will be without her presence. Did I miss the point?
Picard: No, you didn't, Data. You got it.