My grandpa died on Sunday and I am a sad marshmallow.
My grandpa was a pediatrician, so when I was a kid, I knew that if he was around, I could safely engage in risky behaviours like sticking beads up my nose. Which I did.
He and my grandma were very adventurous and generous folks and when he “retired”, they moved around to various places in the developing world and spent a number of years working at medical clinics, learning about tropical diseases and helping local children and their families.
When I called them up to tell them I was getting gay married, it was my grandpa who answered the phone. When I gave him the news, he got all excited and said “Well, bless your heart!” and he and my gran sent us a really nice gift. Because they were cool.
Sniff.
Seriously, between this and my uncle dying right after his daughter’s wedding this summer and my grandma at Christmas, THIS IS IT, PEOPLE. Enough with the death!
