My great-grandpa didn’t wake up this morning. The last great-grandpa I had left. They finally got him home from the nursing home/rehabilitation center, and he died. As upset as I am, I’m more worried about my great-grandma: they were married for 70 years. How do you keep going after you lose someone like that?
What’s really getting me is how even my estranged father, from the other side of my family, can say, “He was a great man.”