My granddad died at about 11:30 Monday night; in other words, about the time I went berserk and had to leave the house and go for a 70-block walk in the pitch darkness. I came back, wrote last night's largely incoherent entry, and then collapsed into a senseless slumber, which I hope to resume shortly. He was already gone, I just didn't know it
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Condolences to you and yours, and I'm glad that you can take some time to recover. Please take care of yourself; you have my best wishes.
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Go lick your wounds dear. I'm sure the world can survive without you for a little while.
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