waxangel

My grandfather died this morning. Apparently he got up in the middle of the night and fell, breaking his neck.

My mom called with the awful news as I was walking into my Behavioral Pharmacology exam, so I didn't really have a lot of time to get all the details, or even to work out when I need to fly down for the funeral.

This has hit me harder than any death I've experienced thus far - even though I've barely had time to process it at all - in no small part because my grandfather is - was - the person I'm probably most like in the world. Also because the last time we saw each other, it went badly. Those of you who know my Christmas know the story.

Maybe I'll write more when I've gathered my thoughts a bit. I don't really know what to say right now.