Trip Start Jun 11, 2005
33Trip End Sep 01, 2005
Everyone was making a mad dash to get to El Paso to say their goodbyes. Everyone prayed vigorously that they would arrive in time. Alas, it is Sunday, the seventh day, the Sabbath. God was resting.
My grandfather, Fred Seward, passed in his sleep this morning. He went without pain. The suffering will be ours to bear.
I'll leave for El Paso as soon as I can get everything settled with my school.
Thank you everyone for your kind emails. You're all wonderful people. Well, not all of you, but a lot. Maybe not a lot. We'll say most. A fair amount. We'll go with that.
I'll post again when all this is behind me.
p.s. I've just re-read this today, and it doesn't even sound like me. It sounds like a pre-pubescent little girl who just read Jane Eyre and Little Women back-to-back. Did I type the word alas? What year is it? I must be falling apart. We do odd things when grieving. For example, I wrote this.
Thanks again all.