My grandfather on my father's side passed away two days ago.

No need to overdo it on the condolences, I'm doin' okay. He was 93, and had reached that point where eventually it would be one thing or the other. It ended up being a stroke, which has the benefit of being quick; a far better way to go than many of his other options.

Dad flew up there immediately, and the rest of the immediate family is going to fly or drive here tomorrow and we'll all caravan up together, to a little town called Lockney, Texas. We were going to have a Thanksgiving where everyone was spread out - Mom was visiting her mother in Oregon, Jeff was going to join them, and Dad was going to visit his parents. Now we're getting the whole family together and then some; just wish it was a happier event.

I've only one thing I can fault my grandfather with - a man who grew up with the name Aubria ought to know better than to name his son that as well. It's little wonder that Dad uses his (and my) middle name instead.

Other than that, though, he was a good man. I can only hope that at his age, I can look back at everything I've done and have as much to brag about.

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