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 (~)
@Leucrotta I'll take the hugs, but honestly, I'm fine. My poor stepdad, though, gotta deal with my stepbrother essentially being terminal thanks to some fuckrod at Monsanto, and this on top of it. It's been a shitty year for him, on top of his cancer from a couple years ago that he's STILL recovering from, and I just wish I knew what to do to help the guy. :(