Blessed be the Righteous Judge
Wednesday, December 30th, 2009 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanaleh
My grandfather died this morning, 12/30/09. In Florida. Apparently he'd been in the hospital for a couple days, with pneumonia, and was unresponsive by last night. He was in his late 80s, though I don't know exactly where in them.
My dad will go down there next week to witness the cremation, and then bring him back up to Illinois to be buried with my grandmother sometime this spring.
I'd been thinking of scheduling a visit to the homeland sometime in April/May of this year; maybe that timing will work out so I can be there.
He was a difficult man, and difficult to know, and made many people's lives difficult in the process. But over the past two years he really sort of slipped away altogether. Still, as my mother said when I called her, "it's still sad. Always."
Mostly, I feel for my dad. :-/
And with that, bed.
My dad will go down there next week to witness the cremation, and then bring him back up to Illinois to be buried with my grandmother sometime this spring.
I'd been thinking of scheduling a visit to the homeland sometime in April/May of this year; maybe that timing will work out so I can be there.
He was a difficult man, and difficult to know, and made many people's lives difficult in the process. But over the past two years he really sort of slipped away altogether. Still, as my mother said when I called her, "it's still sad. Always."
Mostly, I feel for my dad. :-/
And with that, bed.