1914-2005

My Papa passed away this morning. Almost 90 and a half years is, I think, I pretty good run. Since it was expected, I’m not really that distraught yet. Of course, if we consult our Kübler-Ross, I’m only in the first stage of grief, denial. Maybe. I don’t think so. I deny that I am in denial. I haven’t fully grieved yet, of course, but more than anything I’m angry with my family for being so dumb and for my mother refusing to speak to the rest of her family and refusing to go the funeral. As if this week wasn’t stressful enough, it’s going to be all the more fun, I think, next week. I shall do my best to remain above the fray. And hopefully I’ll be able to get some work done while I’m away. Always the school work. It’s a distraction, I guess.

It’s too bad I don’t have a scanner. Otherwise I’d post a photo of me (as a baby) with my Papa.

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