It's starting to be every two years like clockwork. This time it's my grandfather whose on his way out. Could be this weekend or it could be next month. Both of my grandmothers were actually quite resilient and hung on for a few months, now that I think about it. To make the blanket obvious statement of the night, it just sucks as usual when there's that whole period of just...waiting for people to die. And then there's that whole hoard of friends asking, well how was your holiday? and so far I've held back from saying, well it blew, I spent it with my dying grandfather, but enough about me, what did you do? Sorry if I'm in a bad mood. Anyway, if you have a spare thought or a prayer, I could sure use it.
JD
