That's the last set of instructions my grandpa gave me. He died about an hour and a half ago.
In one sense, I'm doing all right. In most senses, I am not even remotely all right. I am much better at dealing with e-mails than with lj comments right now. I prefer to be able to tailor replies to individuals rather than broadcasting to the internet at large.
With more distant relatives, I can write little things about what I remember of them, what they meant to me. The immensity of what my grandpa meant to me will never fit in a post. It's barely fitting in my head right now without breaking me open.
