My grandfather died, my mother's father. My mom's death hit him hard in his weakened state; his health had been failing for the last few years since my grandmother's death
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Well, if I was in Seattle, you wouldn't have a choice. I'd be down there, pick you up and take you home with me. But - as my Spousal Overunit pointed out - that's called kidnapping!
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I'd be down there, pick you up and take you home with me.
But - as my Spousal Overunit pointed out - that's called kidnapping!
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Don't worry about the responses. You'll read them when you're feeling up to it. They'll be there whenever you are. :-)
*hugs from afar*
(I would offer you a room, but I am on the wrong coast! alas.)
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