It was a warm and breezy autumn day. I had my breakfast, showered, did a little work. I talked for a long time on the phone to Natasha. Sat outside. Read a little bit. I didn’t even check my email until, well, just a few minutes ago. And there was Rob’s note.
Last night, Louie died. He had the prostate cancer. Louie was Rob’s Grandpa. But he was really more like a father. And he was like a grandpa to me, too, and to all of Rob’s friends.
We knew it was coming, sure. After a good long life, he had been sick, in assisted care, so I guess I had kind of prepared myself for this news. But you’re never really prepared, right? And so I’m very sad to hear that he is gone. We’ll miss the old goofball.
And that’s pretty much all I can bring myself to write just now.