funeral

Jul 07, 2007 14:53

Friday morning I woke up to my dad calling me. Grampy Tony had passed away a few hours ago. It wasn't a great surprise or anything; he had been losing his mental function from as long ago as Aunt Trish's wedding (three years ago) and hadn't remembered Dad the last time he went to visit him. When Dad had told me a week ago that Grampy Tony had ( Read more... )

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mariaklob July 7 2007, 21:50:07 UTC
*hugs* Nice move getting a row to yourself on the way up.

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