surlyclown

So, I went to Kauai for four days last week to visit my Pop. He was in the ICU. My sister came from Seattle as well. We essentially said goodbye. This week he's been more out of it and my Mum and the doctors finally decided to move him to another room to make him more comfortable. He doesn't have much time left.

I'm holding up for now, though I admit grief--impending or otherwise--is quite the strange emotional beast.