My grandfather died today
He was 94.
I’m not sad, per se - one, he was 94, lived a fairly rich life, had 14 kids, etc etc. I’m sad in the way that death is sad, that my father has no surviving parents anymore. Etc.
Death is still weird, though. I don’t know how to explain my relationship to it at this point, except that it’s weird and I don’t like the concept of funerals and yeah.
So this will be an interesting week.