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For those of you who don't already know, my grandfather died last Thursday. It was at about 1:30 AM or so our time, and as all of you should well know by now, he's been exceedingly sick for about a year. There were two funerals: one this past Saturday in Atlanta, because he'd lived there for the past twenty years or so there and had many friends; and one on Monday in West Virginia, because that is home. That was also where he was finally laid to rest.
I got back into Birmingham just this morning. I have some stuff to do over the next couple of hours (namely, a paper due at 4) but I'll probably post again once I'm done. I'm a jumble of emotion right now, and probably will be for a little while, and last time I wrote it all out in LJ it helped me sort through it, so I'll probably do that again. I may personally lock that, though, if I remember.
In any case, I do want to mention that West Virginia was fucking cold. Very, very cold. I have a couple pictures of my great-grandfather's (who passed away junior year) house (well, the opposite yard) to prove.
I got back into Birmingham just this morning. I have some stuff to do over the next couple of hours (namely, a paper due at 4) but I'll probably post again once I'm done. I'm a jumble of emotion right now, and probably will be for a little while, and last time I wrote it all out in LJ it helped me sort through it, so I'll probably do that again. I may personally lock that, though, if I remember.
In any case, I do want to mention that West Virginia was fucking cold. Very, very cold. I have a couple pictures of my great-grandfather's (who passed away junior year) house (well, the opposite yard) to prove.