Grandson Alex has been battling addiction. He lost that battle today.
Part of living is not being the first person to die. Generally, that means watching your grandparents and parents go. Contemporaries. People we've known and loved all our lives. Sometimes even we have to see youngsters with all that potential go. I don't have a word for it.
Judy is on her way there, first flight in the morning.
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