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Dec. 9th, 2006 12:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishGot in Monday night, went straight to the hospital in Jonesboro. Said hello to Granddad. I'm pretty sure he recognised me, which is more than I can say for my end. If I'd not been told it was him in the bed I wouldn't've guessed; no glasses, hair askew, and his face was so thin . . . Tuesday and Wednesday consisted primarily of sitting around in the hospital, reading and writing and keeping Grandmother company.
The last of the grandkids arrived Wednesday night. Five minutes later, Granddad was gone. No real pain, just slipped away while Dad was reading the twenty-third Psalm.
Thursday there was an awful lot of food brought over by well-wishers. Eventually I gave up and hid on the couch with my book. The combination of needing to be sociable plus being exceptionally lonely plus keeping up a Good Front for family is grinding me down. (Why does the adverb "inexorably" want to be associated with "grinding?")
Tonight was the viewing. Well over a hundred fifty people came by. Yow. Tomorrow morning's the funeral.
Grandmother's computer dates from 1998. It crashes every time it has to do anything involving the internet. Dad found this state of affairs to be intolerable and bought a new computer for her today. So, LJ is caught up on and email exists.
Home on Sunday afternoon, or Monday morning depending on how scheduling works out. I'm taking off work 'til Thursday, so that I can pretend Tuesday and Wednesday are the weekend I kind of missed due to the Worst Friday Ever.
Best conversation I've had all week:
Rita: ". . . and we got the flowers all lined up."
Me: "Did you use 'A Dead Touch' or a different florist?"
Rita: ". . . what?"
Me: "There's a florist on the way to the funeral home that I guess is supposed to be 'Added Touch Florist,' but the first D in the sign has fallen off."
Rita: "Oh. (laugh) Oh no, they went out of business a few months ago."
Me: "I would imagine so, with a name like that."
The last of the grandkids arrived Wednesday night. Five minutes later, Granddad was gone. No real pain, just slipped away while Dad was reading the twenty-third Psalm.
Thursday there was an awful lot of food brought over by well-wishers. Eventually I gave up and hid on the couch with my book. The combination of needing to be sociable plus being exceptionally lonely plus keeping up a Good Front for family is grinding me down. (Why does the adverb "inexorably" want to be associated with "grinding?")
Tonight was the viewing. Well over a hundred fifty people came by. Yow. Tomorrow morning's the funeral.
Grandmother's computer dates from 1998. It crashes every time it has to do anything involving the internet. Dad found this state of affairs to be intolerable and bought a new computer for her today. So, LJ is caught up on and email exists.
Home on Sunday afternoon, or Monday morning depending on how scheduling works out. I'm taking off work 'til Thursday, so that I can pretend Tuesday and Wednesday are the weekend I kind of missed due to the Worst Friday Ever.
Best conversation I've had all week:
Rita: ". . . and we got the flowers all lined up."
Me: "Did you use 'A Dead Touch' or a different florist?"
Rita: ". . . what?"
Me: "There's a florist on the way to the funeral home that I guess is supposed to be 'Added Touch Florist,' but the first D in the sign has fallen off."
Rita: "Oh. (laugh) Oh no, they went out of business a few months ago."
Me: "I would imagine so, with a name like that."
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Date: 2006-12-10 02:48 am (UTC)Hang in there. The sociable/Good Front part sounds pretty terrible... glad that you get to go home and have a few days off soon.
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Date: 2006-12-11 09:58 pm (UTC)