Normal? What's Normal?
It's weird how a day can start normally, and then can totally get thrown off track.
This morning, I woke up, showered and came into work like I always do. I turned on my computer, check my email, went out onto my sites to spotcheck and make sure everything was functioning properly. Just like I do every morning.
Then I got a phone call from my dad and found out my grandfather died this morning.
It's hardly unexpected. He's been really sick for the better part of a decade. He was also 93 years old. In that respect, it's not shocking. But it happened so quickly that I didn't really have time to mentally prepare for it, so it was a shock.
And now, instead of working and playing golf and seeing Ricky Gervais do some standup, I'll be burying my stepmother's father. A man who grew up so poor that he had to play baseball with rags. A man who was so strong he could survive the horrors of a concentration camp. A man who was so sweet that he never said an unkind word about anyone. A man who never treated me any differently just because I wasn't his "real" grandson. A man who loved me and taught me so much.
A man who was so wonderful that I'm going to miss him terribly.
** UPDATE: Funeral will be at 11am on Sunday at Hellman Memorial Chapel in Spring Valley, NY.
Directions are here.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Rockland Holocaust Museum, 17 South Madison Ave., Spring Valley, NY 10977, (845) 356-2700
This morning, I woke up, showered and came into work like I always do. I turned on my computer, check my email, went out onto my sites to spotcheck and make sure everything was functioning properly. Just like I do every morning.
Then I got a phone call from my dad and found out my grandfather died this morning.
It's hardly unexpected. He's been really sick for the better part of a decade. He was also 93 years old. In that respect, it's not shocking. But it happened so quickly that I didn't really have time to mentally prepare for it, so it was a shock.
And now, instead of working and playing golf and seeing Ricky Gervais do some standup, I'll be burying my stepmother's father. A man who grew up so poor that he had to play baseball with rags. A man who was so strong he could survive the horrors of a concentration camp. A man who was so sweet that he never said an unkind word about anyone. A man who never treated me any differently just because I wasn't his "real" grandson. A man who loved me and taught me so much.
A man who was so wonderful that I'm going to miss him terribly.
** UPDATE: Funeral will be at 11am on Sunday at Hellman Memorial Chapel in Spring Valley, NY.
Directions are here.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Rockland Holocaust Museum, 17 South Madison Ave., Spring Valley, NY 10977, (845) 356-2700
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posted by G.Wo @ 9:31 AM
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