family, death (~)
Step-grandfather died today. Stepdad is apparently a bit of a mess, understandably, but I'm OK—and my parents said I didn't need to come home for it and they didn't really need anything from me, so... I dunno.
We weren't super close. He was always reasonably kind to me, but he had some ugly political views and was never really a super-outgoing guy. This is all about my stepdad as far as I'm concerned, and he's a Hank Hill kind of guy— a real decent fella who *really* does not like to talk about his feelings— so... yeah. I guess I just sit here and roll with it. Feels like I should be doing or feeling more, but...
I dunno. He was 96. I have some real funny feelings about life and death these days. I can't mourn for 96, all I can do is applaud. He had a happy and comfortable life, apparently did not suffer at all, and I can only hope to make such a late, gracious, and— relative to the agonies that stalk us in this world— _stealthy_ exit someday.
re: family, death (~)
@Balinares Nah, I'm OK. <3 I wasn't really close to my step-grandfather, and as noted, I have a weird perspective on death and can't really mourn for a 96-year-old. A round of applause and a "well played, sir" is more my speed. Put the hugs in storage for now-- I'm gonna need all I can get someday.
