Hi, everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who left messages of condolence about my grandfather. I may not answer them personally because I'm really busy both at home and at work after being gone so long, and a disturbing number of emails piled up while I was gone. So I'm kind of only replying emails that absolutely MUST be answered. But I really appreciate it, and it made me feel better to log in and read them.
Grandpa passed away Tuesday and everyone's doing as well as can be expected. But he had a long life, was able to live on his own until just a couple of weeks before his death, and he passed peacefully and quietly with his family around him, and there are a lot of human beings who aren't granted all of that. He wanted to be cremated, and Grandma got sick the night before he died and had to be hospitalized for a few days (the doctors think it was just stress and she's home now), so the memorial service was postponed a bit. So I came home for a few days and will fly back this weekend for a few more days.
The family has pretty much reached the point of insanity. While writing the obituary, one of my aunts asked quite seriously if they should include THE DOGS in it. When another aunt pointed out that, you know, THEY'RE DOGS, she said (again, quite seriously), "Yes, but he LOVED those dogs."
I'm kind of at a schizophrenic place right now as my personal life was/is quite happy and positive, but the family life is obviously the opposite. I feel kind of guilty for daring to be happy. And I have a similar split about the Internet: there are things I need to do online, but I just don't want to get online. I think the reason is that I know there's going to be a ton of things piled up to read through and/or respond to, and I just don't want to face it. It's not that they're all bad: it's the sheer volume of things, combined with the volume of real life stuff that's piled up as well. I managed to get my inbox down to 55 unread emails, and...I have to take a break till evening. Hopefully I can read through my flist tomorrow.
ETA: I just read this and realized how repetitive it was. Oy. That's the level of my thought processes right now. To distract myself at one point, I had started writing a funny post about Mohinder, and I was going to finish it tonight, but perhaps I should just put the computer down and go nowhere near anything involving writing until after I've had a few more 10-hour sleeps.